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To My Beloved daughterYou are theFirst of my creationThat breathes lifeIt is because of your loveThat I survivedThrough many a turbulent timeWhen you came Into my world, You gave me A reason to smileI am your father Not your mother Hmm; these gendersAnd with themThese presumed pretendersI did not have A womb to carry youI did not suckle you eitherBut baby, when you look me In the eyesI know so well That you are my childI mock the maker I mock his mould Let the world unfoldI can be the mother and father Be the friend and guide, manifoldIt is not the role, my loveIt is not the mould, my childIt is just the heart That guides From that There can never be Any respiteYour infancy was such a delight I re-lived my childhoodHolding your tiny fingersCarrying you over my shoulderFrom the toddler to the walk I saw it all With palpitations and prideEach little stepYou took in your strideHearing you misspell my name Was such a delightWould let you call me by any nameBecause it was such a pleasureTo hear it in your gurgling voiceTossing you in the air Bathing you, feeding youWas such funYou grew up too fast My little playful monkeyYou outgrew my dreamsYou now have A mind of your ownSo you judgeYou think, you assumeYou doubt, if I am rightHmm, in love, my baby Sadly it is never wrong or rightYou have always Been a gifted childNo matter The clamour of your momI do not even visualize Myself in your credits listThe laurels you win Are truly your ownBaby, whether You win or you loseYou will always Make my heart swell with prideWhenever you stumbleI shall always be misty eyedBecause monkey Deep insideYou will always be my childI cannot walk away From the fires of hellI cannot toss away The poisoned arrows Stuck deep in my chestI cannot even sighBecause your sanctuary Is my hellI brought you And your younger sister Into this worldI cannot walk away Because both of you Are my breaths, my lifeYour mother carried you In her womb For less than a yearGreat suffering for a mother Twice over With you and your little sisterGreater the pains of labourTwice over For you and your little sisterI, your fatherShall nurture you Both with a smile For the rest of my lifeI shall tread This burning path With unflinching resolveI shall bear The shards of my self- esteem Trampled under my feetI shall carry The two of you Over my shouldersYou are not heavyMy babies You are my monkeysTo me, you are The only possessionsOf my dispossessed selfI have no fearI know my strengthNo matter whatMy detractors may clamourThe power of my loveShall stayNo power on this earthCan ever Wedge us away!Shyam
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To My Beloved daughter
You are the First of my creation
That breathes life
It is because of your love
That I survived Through many a turbulent time
When you came Into my world,
You gave me A reason to smile
I am your father Not your mother
Hmm; these genders And with them
These presumed pretenders
I did not have
A womb to carry you
I did not suckle you either But baby, when you look me
In the eyes I know so well
That you are my child
I mock the maker I mock his mould
Let the world unfold I can be the mother and father
Be the friend and guide, manifold
It is not the role, my love
It is not the mould, my child It is just the heart
That guides From that
There can never be
Any respite
Your infancy was such a delight
I re-lived my childhood Holding your tiny fingers
Carrying you over my shoulder From the toddler to the walk
I saw it all
With palpitations and pride Each little step
You took in your stride Hearing you misspell my name
Was such a delight
Would let you call me by any name
Because it was such a pleasure To hear it in your gurgling voice
Tossing you in the air Bathing you, feeding you
Was such fun
You grew up too fast
My little playful monkey You outgrew my dreams
You now have A mind of your own
So you judge You think, you assume You doubt, if I am right
Hmm, in love, my baby Sadly it is never wrong or right
You have always
Been a gifted child
No matter The clamour of your mom
I do not even visualize Myself in your credits list
The laurels you win Are truly your own
Baby, whether You win or you lose
You will always Make my heart swell with pride
Whenever you stumble I shall always be misty eyed
Because monkey
Deep inside You will always be my child
I cannot walk away
From the fires of hell
I cannot toss away The poisoned arrows
Stuck deep in my chest I cannot even sigh
Because your sanctuary Is my hell
I brought you And your younger sister
Into this world
I cannot walk away Because both of you
Are my breaths, my life
Your mother carried you
In her womb For less than a year
Great suffering for a mother
Twice over
With you and your little sister Greater the pains of labour
Twice over
For you and your little sister
I, your father Shall nurture you Both with a smile
For the rest of my life
I shall tread
This burning path With unflinching resolve
I shall bear
The shards of my self- esteem
Trampled under my feet
I shall carry The two of you
Over my shoulders
You are not heavy My babies
You are my monkeys
To me, you are
The only possessions Of my dispossessed self
I have no fear I know my strength
No matter what My detractors may clamour
The power of my love Shall stay
No power on this earth
Can ever Wedge us away!
Shyam