The eve of father’s day and you ask-
“Why papa can’t be with me here?”
Hours later, past midnight,
I ask myself the same.
The difference being,
My papa gone for years now,
He has turned into an angel,
Who keeps a watchful eye on me.
Your papa comes once-twice a year,
Working abroad,
He bears the lonely life for our future.
None is less caring.
My father being my best friend
Since as far as I could remember.
And I hope
Your papa will be your best friend for life too.
Till then,
Tied in the bonds of loneliness and sadness,
Let’s spend this father’s day together.
( *for all kids and wives who are alone this father’s day.)
Nalini. I love your spirit, which ushers boldly in your verses, keep it alive and strong!
A compelling read.
Always an aesthetic pleasure to read the work of such a committed , capable and passionate poet.
Loss, loneliness, remembrance and rich compensation through company of a dear child—-all tossed together so skillfully and seamlessly and you have a gem of a poem by talented Nalini that soothes an aching heart on a gloomy rainy day…
thanks sangeeta,my son has infused me with new spirit
thanks gopal ji
louis u have given me the ultimate compliment.biig thanks
sunil ji,ur words made my days to come.coming from u its big compliment