A poem to the
father
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
A
mother would make me feel
,
Her affection
in many many ways,
But father
would make you feel,
Just by pressing
your hand.
He
has never told me before me,
I have
heard it only from others
That he feels very proud of me ,
And
has found no words
,
To
tell how
much he loves me
Though mother
has scolded ,
Me umpteen
times , I never felt about it
But
once my
father’s face fades,
It
has touched me a lot immediately
Only when
all my friends tell me
“Do you
know how great is your father?”
Then
only I did realize that ,
I have got
a father , that,
No one
else has got
Possibly God has
sent father,
To
immediately fulfill even,
A speck of
your desire.
What would
my father , who has,
Taught me how
to walk and live,
Thought when , I provided him,
Support to walk , due to his age .
Whenever people
have asked me ,
“are you pet of father or pet of mother?”
I had told
them with great pride,
Father’s
pet , who was mother’s pet”
But
today after he has
left me ,
Whose pet I am?
Though
millions tell me ,
“I am
there for you,
Who
ever can ever support ,
Me like
my father?’\
He never
told me to do anything
He has never , ever scolded me even once
He
never told me not to do ab=nything,
But by
some thing , his face controlled me”
I
have never showed,
Nor
has he showed,
Our affection to each other,
But to
wipe away the flowing tears,
Which
heralds it to all,
My father
is no more there.
Show yor affection to father,
And your
unending love to your mother
Today
itself,
For
after some times ,
He may not
be there to hear it.
(thanks to
blog http://salemdistpress.blogspot.com/)
