My Dad, My Soul

My Dad, My Soul long poem

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It seems like he is punished
Everyday when he returns from work
His face drained, reflecting the fatigue of the whole day.

He hardly has time to smile
But I know he wants to smile
When he leaves in the morning for office
Previous day’s restlessness is unveiled by his red eyes.
He must have never thought of such a life
But life awarded him unexpectedly

Always in a hurry, a lot to worry
I wished I could see him laughing today
But it can’t happen so readily

He has a lot of burden of running the family
That’s why his life is so hectic
People wait for weekend to enjoy and
He waits so that he can spare time for his business

His deteriorating health is a thing to worry
But he can’t afford to stand in long queues for doctors
He can’t enjoy his new workplace
Because smiling has become a rare happening to him

He is always sleep-deprived
Because he wants to give his kids everything
He complains everyday but no one listens
They call this habitual.

No, he is right on his part
He always curses his past for his present
Dad, it’s not your fault
It’s the destiny that makes it happen.

The same monotonous routine he follows
Why can’t it be changed I wished
In the evening, he longs for a cup of tea
And a dinner with dishes of his will

But yes, he laughs while watching a comedy show
Because he remembered to smile this time
He wishes his wife to serve him courteously
Yes! This gives him happiness.

Not only the present, even the future worries him
He wants his kids to reach great heights
Searching new avenues for them daily
And his due promotions, bills, retirement plans bother him.

I want him to sit with his daughter
And spend a few moments of laughter
Because I can’t see you struggling so much any more.

I know you have big hopes from me
I promise you dad I will gift you your dreams.

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A lovely ode to a selfless father from his doting daughter…Beautiful..Just loved it!

ammu sachariah

Your love and affection towards your father is beautifully portrayed here. nice to read.


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