Father'sday
FATHER’S DAY
Hurrah! Here comes the third Sunday of June
Time for fathers to set their moods in tune
To welcome their children on “Father’s Day”
And celebrate the occasion in a special way.
We fondly look back to the days of yore
Waiting expectedly till we could wait no more
The cries of a new-born baby entered our ears
Bringing raptures of joy and a few cheers.
The soft cries magnified as the years rolled by
Demands became persuasive and tempers high
Refusal was intolerant while aspirations grew
At times we were left with no clues about what to do.
Decades have passed and they are well settled in life
They are free to live as they like and settle their strife
We are just spectators watching from the gallery stands
When a goal is scored, we appreciate clapping our hands.
At night we look up at the myriads of shining stars
And wonder which one we can call to be like ours
So was it many years ago, when our lives began
So is it now, many decades later as an old man
As our wheel of life in this planet comes to an end
Scriptures say it starts anew in another blend.
We retrospect the miles, as a child we ran
I quote Wordsworth, “Child is the father of man”.
Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2023
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