Thoughts on Father's Day
My father was my ballast that kept me straight
He was my strength, the source of courage
He taught me to do my best , and leave the rest to fate
He strove to give me love but tough love it was
He taught me to challenge the bully head on
He told me that courage would make the bully pause
While accomodation, would abject surrender spawn
His manner assured me that all was well
And if it were not, he would make it so
He told me the difference between wrong and right
He taught me when to yield and when to fight
He was my intellectual mentor and guide
I think of him always with love respect and pride
My love of books came from him alone
When he taught me history and poesy
His love of both showed, and his eyes shone
He made it all look so simple and so easy
He taught me to read essentially by example
Perked my interest and provided me with books so ample
His erudition, to me knew no bounds
I wondered how he stored what he knew
And brought it out timely, spontaneous and true
He drank from the font of the ages
And taught me to read by reading himself
He drank thirstily from the past and from the sages
He left an impression on how a father should be
My mother gave me life
First fed me in her cozy womb
And then in fullness of time, she gently
Pushed me into the world of strife
With help from doctor and midwife
She loved me through her eventful life
When she died it dawned on me
That a mother is like a fruiting tree
That gives fruit, craving nothing back
She loved me without cavil or doubt
Loved because she could do nothing else
Loved me with all her heart, so stout
Loved me despite my serious blemishes
Loved me for myself and myself alone
Without any fuss and without flourishes
She will always be there, in my mind's eye
My source of undying and everlasting love
That limitless love, was a treasure trove
I can never forget her till the day I die
In her death , still my soul she nourishes
I am thankful that they gave me life
Sustained me through youthful follies
Showed me to respect truth and abhor lies
Gave me a compass that showed right from wrong
And taught to protect the weak, stand up to the strong
On this father's day I salute them both
And thank providence for the marriage vows, they troth
Only wish they could have lived for ever
But all good things,they say, come to end
It comes to all, both to foe or friend
But, I like to believe we shall meet again
In that happy hunting ground, where there is no pain.
And souls meet in joy never to part again.
He was my strength, the source of courage
He taught me to do my best , and leave the rest to fate
He strove to give me love but tough love it was
He taught me to challenge the bully head on
He told me that courage would make the bully pause
While accomodation, would abject surrender spawn
His manner assured me that all was well
And if it were not, he would make it so
He told me the difference between wrong and right
He taught me when to yield and when to fight
He was my intellectual mentor and guide
I think of him always with love respect and pride
My love of books came from him alone
When he taught me history and poesy
His love of both showed, and his eyes shone
He made it all look so simple and so easy
He taught me to read essentially by example
Perked my interest and provided me with books so ample
His erudition, to me knew no bounds
I wondered how he stored what he knew
And brought it out timely, spontaneous and true
He drank from the font of the ages
And taught me to read by reading himself
He drank thirstily from the past and from the sages
He left an impression on how a father should be
My mother gave me life
First fed me in her cozy womb
And then in fullness of time, she gently
Pushed me into the world of strife
With help from doctor and midwife
She loved me through her eventful life
When she died it dawned on me
That a mother is like a fruiting tree
That gives fruit, craving nothing back
She loved me without cavil or doubt
Loved because she could do nothing else
Loved me with all her heart, so stout
Loved me despite my serious blemishes
Loved me for myself and myself alone
Without any fuss and without flourishes
She will always be there, in my mind's eye
My source of undying and everlasting love
That limitless love, was a treasure trove
I can never forget her till the day I die
In her death , still my soul she nourishes
I am thankful that they gave me life
Sustained me through youthful follies
Showed me to respect truth and abhor lies
Gave me a compass that showed right from wrong
And taught to protect the weak, stand up to the strong
On this father's day I salute them both
And thank providence for the marriage vows, they troth
Only wish they could have lived for ever
But all good things,they say, come to end
It comes to all, both to foe or friend
But, I like to believe we shall meet again
In that happy hunting ground, where there is no pain.
And souls meet in joy never to part again.
© Girdhar Gopal., all rights reserved.
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