A Father In Love

PART I The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes, The new out born fruit of a long spend love, Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin, Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath. Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over, Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile! His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain, Oh, the enduring love! He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection, Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions, Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion. “Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter…. My sweet little doll, I will love you till my death… And I will carve a heavenly doll, For you to sleep with….My angel…” The man thus became a father and a true paternal love Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds. PART II The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love, Her tiny grassy hairs grown long, The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves, The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights, And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil, Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning And the sweats flowing through the blankets. Oh, the youthful pleasure! The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls From there the memories of her father, Pulling her back, into the past world. The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain. And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers. Unknown of these realities, he opens the door And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown. All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep, Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds. The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more… “Not yet, my love, not yet …. I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t” He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms, Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow, Her breast pressing hardly into his heart, His face bends, lips on her forehead, And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin, Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet, He cries loud with no breath in-between. THE END©Anees Rahman