Summer Rain of a Dad

Summer Rain of a Dad short poem

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He sounded very feeble
Unlike the man he once was
“I heard” he said “what you wrote”
Picking on a Love Hate duel;
An innocuous note that
I have penned in an obscure magazine.
“How come you feel that I hate you?”
It was more of an aside
Than a question.
Could see a lonely trickle
Of a solitary pearl
Swelling inside the only good
Eye that he still has.
How could I tell him,
That it was me who had hated him?
How could I break a heart
That’s already been broken?

It’s raining outside,
Summer rains; unpredictable
Like the man in the bed now
I moved closer to him
So close, could feel the tired
Beats of trailing rhythm
Looking at me, he lay there
Like a drenched puppy,
Waiting to be held.
In an embrace,
We became one
Yet, again.
It’s raining inside now.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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Geetha Paniker

A reality most men go through before they become a father. 🙂

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