Thank you my father
By
P.R.Ramachander
Based on write up in Tamil bt my face book friend Hamsabai
Santhana Krishnan
To become a father
is an easy job,
But to be a
father is a difficult job,
The courage and
strength of every human being ,
Is basically rooted in his father , and in fact ,
He is their roll
model for all their acts.
The greatest gift given by God to every human being,
Is the father and
he is equal to one thousand teachers to
them,
And the
sacrifice of this guiding post of their lives,
Is something
indescribable and
immeasurable..
To bring up
a little one in to a great being,
The sufferings
due to the financial burden,
Of a father
causes great pain to him,
Which makes him
sport a
grin of suffering always.
To lead their children
in to the proper path,
There is a great need
to be very strict towards them,
Possibly because
of this though the love of father,
Is in no way less than the mother, their children do not
realize it.
If the plants called
children , during their growth,
Receive the sun light
from the Sun called father,
And if they also receive the moisture
from mother’s love ,
They would all
grow extremely well as assets of the world.
He is the greatest
guru to all the lads and lasses,
Who teaches them
the knowledge of experience ,
And when we see a
good citizen,
WE can be sure that he
had a great father to boast.
The strength of
an elephant lies on its trunk,
And similarly the
strength of human beings ,
Lies on their trust and hope, and these feelings,
Have their birth
place in their father.
A child tries to
stand due to the trust ,
Which it has on
its parents and it,
Learns to fall , get up
, suffer pain,
And walk again due to the trust it has on its parents.
A mother carries the baby
on her hips ,
AS she wants the baby
to be with her,
But the father
lifts the baby on ,
His shoulders so that , it is taller than him.
Every father to
achieve his dream for his children
Suffers lot of sorrow and would have met several insults.
He would have
met several people to help them.
He would have taken
Loan from many people,
And struggled to return that loan back,
He would have
spent several sleepless nights,
He would have
carried unbearable burdens for
their sake,
Without their
children knowing about any of these things.
In their bald heads, cracked feet , Legs
where nerves can be seen,
White moustaches , you can read the
history of their toil.
How many times to
avoid seeing the sorrow of their
children,
They would have hidden their pains and sicknesses?
How much extra effort , they would have to put
to pull.
The cart of burden family , so that their children go in a car?
They would go to work
when children sleep, after giving them,
A soft kiss of love
taking care not to wake them up and then after,
Very hard work return home again
to see their children sleep,
And most of them would have silently wept, just to hear
the talk of their kids.
Even after their
children grows up and they themselves ,
Become parents, their father looks at them like a kid,
And says to them words like “Do
not be scared of anything ,
Am I not there for
you? I am there , there is no need to worry?
F or the children their fathers are
--- Load bearer stones
--- the staff used to
push them up
--- The nail
which keeps the axils in tact
--- The suns
--- The direction
indicators
--- The Gurus
--- their hopes
Father is
--- Pure love
---unsullied interest
--- Just thought
--- stable hopes
--- words
that do not wound
--- majestic
advices
--- stainless
smiles
--- your best
friend
--- your best help
Please do not forget to say thanks to these martyrs everyday
for making you great by
sacrificing themselves in the
altar of the joy of life.
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