Father Figure

Father Figure short poem

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The clouds, would give us no clue.
Miles around, seemed abandoned…
Do you ever miss us, glance down?
Ever Wonder on how days pass by, here.

It’s been a while, we heard mama say..
Life shallow, and she in her despair..
We played the home game, dolls in pairs.
Missed the large figure, at our stead.

We’ve seen the lady, trudge on with her loads.
We shared often, her gloom and trials.
Fingers then pointing, befuddled our theories..
People ignorant, uncaring of others’ quandary.

Merry laughter, seeped in sometimes,
Through the neighbors walls, and yards.
Gave us visions, of how it would have been,
Had you been by us, succoring our smiles.

Some quacks, pass often by our lanes,
They fathom, your absence out here.
Well aware, we keep them off the space.
We’ve endured, a life without thee.

Sometimes, find an akin look, and smiles,
As on some old photo, of the days gone by.
In the walks of life, on some chance passerby,
Although those gone, are never to come back.

Tho’ We know not much, on how you have been..
We’ve grasped some, how fathers should be..
The figure inferred, is what we seek..
Father figure, someday we shall meet.

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Swathi Rao

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A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
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asoke kumar mitra

well done. very good write. now a days father figure is really rare.

Keith Wilson

It was hard to finish the poem without stopping to regain my composure….My Father is still a force in me as he is in you…

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