MY FATHER

Note:This Poem Specially Composed In The Memory Of My Father ,Who Is No More,Is Dedicated To Him.

Oh My Father, Who Art In Heaven
I Bow To Thee Every Moment Of Day
You Dwell Deep Beneath My Heart
I See You At Nights In My Sleep Without Fail.

I Wish I Could Re Live My Bygone Days
Even If Only To Amend My Faults
Knowing This Not Destined By Fate
I Seek Refuge Thro'These Lines Of Thoughts.

I Remember ,Father,Those Infant Days Of Mine
How I Was Brought Up By Your 'No Nonsense'Care
Ignorent Of Its 'Spirit' Stacked Behind
How I Developed In Me A Defiance Rare.

I Know, Father, The Pains I Caused You Then
Without Any Let Up As I grew In Age
Were It Not The Firm and Guiding Hand You gave
Would Sure Have Gone Astray In My Later Days.

Even As I Recall The Events That Caused You Pain
I Feel Distressed At My 'Self Centered' Acts
Never For A Moment It Crossed My Mind
Three Other Children Also Needed Your care.

How, Father,You Managed All This Alone
Struck With a Tragedy In the Prime Of Your Life
When Your Wife And Our Beloved Mother
Left For Heaven's Abode In an Unnatural Way.

Was It To Feel The Pain I Had As a Child
When Hit With A Stomach Disarray
That You Took To Physical Suffer In Your Later Days
Unmindful Of Its Effect On Your Ageing Face?

I Know, Father, You Took Care Of Me Then
Not Resting Till I was Fully Cured
But When My Turn To look After You Came
Sure Should Have Done More To Combat Your Pain.

As I Say this I Also Look With Awe
How You lived Your Life On Your Own Accord
Dependent On None Else But GOD Above
You Brought Us Up Alone In Your Own Inimicable Way.

Gainst The Impact Of Your Physical Strain
This Act Of Yours , I Just Admire
Anyone Else In Your Place, I Know
Would Sure Have Succumbed To The Pressure Impact.

Your Detached outlook With Attachment To Work
Isn't This What one normally sees only In Saints?
Quite frankly, Father, I Never Thought It So
Till I Saw The SAINT In You As I Grew With Age.

I salute, Father, For This Spirit Of Yours
That made Me Face My Life As I Grew
When Problems In Life Starred At Me
Twas Your Indomitable Spirit That Made Me Wade Through.

I know I Can Go On Writing Without A Stop
But Tears From My Eyes Block My Sight
I Hence Pause With Just One Wish To Make
May You Be My Father In All The Births I Take.


Composed By BAIYU London AUGUST 2007
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