What’s up folks? Are you all having a good time around. There are some who are bored even when they have companions. Honestly I would rather have no one than a boring g/f. I am enjoying summer. It is really cool here where I live. The only summer trip I am going to have is to Milwaukee Summer Fest. Unlike last year, I am working these days. So can’t take too many days off. But I will be there. I am feeling good now as mouth is all healed except for a bit of numbness I feel on the left side of my mouth. Hopefully I will be able to eat steak in couple of days. J
This poem I wrote this poem some two weeks back. It was a spontaneous writing. No plans, no ideas kept in mind just when I was sitting with a lot of pain in my mouth after the surgery I took the pen and started writing this. I wanted to say so much as so many things came to my mind out of thin air but the pain ate it all. What came after that pain and poetry circus was this. Honestly I like this one, you may not do that but I did after reading what I myself wrote, just patted on my cheeks and said.. classy… even though it gave me a little more pain… hahaha.
Enjoy the poem.
A Daughter’s Tears.
The train wheels over the rails grinded,
The rhythm of the sleepers slowly gained momentum,
Sleep deprived night and day, Oh’ the cold she felt,
Of the metal bars on her cheeks,
Again and again she blinked and every blink a question raised,
A question asked by many who saw her that day,
They all behind her back murmured as her eyes looked,
Like two marbles, cold, solid, yet without tears.
The question spread again and again,
“Why she shed no tears when her dad died?”
Though mind filled with pain gloomed,
The drag of the train moved everything behind,
And with it mind got dragged through sleep,
And she felt those big hands holding,
Her for the first time as her first breath she took.
Then the pleasant dream into her mind shown,
Him holding her and helping her walk,
Upon his foot her tiny soft foot she kept,
Afraid but felt secured in every step she laid,
Oh’ what fantastic life he helped her walk.
Memories of her screams in his hands,
When he held her in his arms in pool to teach her swim,
And the long walks and runs on the beach,
Chasing crabs and gathering tiny pebbles and shells.
From tree house or bike every time she fell,
Sat down with her holding her hands with his eyes filled,
Stood stern when to the wrong paths she ventured, guiding,
Her back to the paths of truth and sanctity.
Oh’ her mind that father read as he got her everything he can,
Even before her wish she spoke,
But without asking when she held the hands of her love first,
From far looked, smiled and away he walked, shaking head.
Her dad brought up the little girl to a lady of honor,
Every lesson about the world to her he taught,
Life took that pretty girl and made her symbol of perfection,
Of womanhood O’ perfected in the love of fatherhood.
Life is a merciless, senseless, passionless monster,
Took her away and that day the dream shown,
When holding the tears with smiles and shivering hands sent,
A daughter to her ways which she chose from the wisdom he taught.
When every bit of life lived as a man, husband and a great father,
Oh’ that father left no stone unturned,
A life to the fullest lived and he left leaving a heaven of memories.
She woke up with tears flowing from both her eyes,
As in her mind echoed the truth of her tearless eyes earlier,
And the flowing tears when only memories remained,
Ah’ those tears came not in the death of a man,
But in the celebration of the life of a great father,
Oh’ they brought in those eyes those happy tears.
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