Father's Day

This one is coming a bit late !!

I can write, well, anyone can write. I realized this quite late in my life. I picked up the pen when I couldn't carry the burden of unspoken words. Since then, I have felt elated on each word I have penned. I have cried, laughed, got angry, whined and felt disappointed over various write-up that I have tried over the period.

I have written about friends, work, country, society, issues, animals, movies and sports. I have also dedicated someone else's poem to my mother and also written a few incidents about my grandparents. However, I have missed to dedicate a few lines to the person who holds a very special place in my life. He was the first person who gave me the inspiration to write. His persona and his life has always impressed me. He has motivated me and still continues to do so whenever I find myself in the doldrums. He has carried me in his arms when I was a baby, he has hugged me when I tasted success and he has given me a shoulder to cry on, whenever I failed miserably.



He never asked me to be something, he has just asked me to be sincere in whatever I do. When I used to give excuse that the half yearly marks are not counted in the final exams and hence I have not done any crime by not scoring high marks. He used to say, you should make a habit of winning. To compete at any level is not bad even if it is half-yearly exams or unit tests. So, below lines are again whoozing out of my senses and all I can do is to write them down for the most loving person, I know:

I grasped your finger once and you had tears in your eyes,
I learnt to be happy from you and live the life king size.

so selfless was your love that you gave your wishes to fulfill mine,
My mind was muddled but you had faith that I will shine.

I failed you many a times and started to whine,
but you smiled at me and picked me up everytime.

I wish I had words to say more about you,
All I can say is Dad, I love you'.