My Falls

My constant fall during my boyhood, (Between age of eight to nine), stood; A concern for my father who thought, There’s something lacking from my part; Proteins? Vitamins? Calcium? Iron? He did not know what could be done, Balanced diet, he thought, might end; Making bones and flesh greatly blend, I ate, slept, woke, coyly played around; Like a calf untied with happiness abound, And fell; Lo, there my father had to feel; Has the illness not got a proper heal? He did not relent, yet; increased the effort, Though, within him, he got a little hurt; A strong young man of royal decorum, Was what he wished to see in my bosom; He did not give up though he was upset, He knew strength within children gets set; It’s then he saw me learning to rise, Amidst severest of falls, with no cries; He, slowly, left me to rise from my falls, He’s happy for this; success this he calls… 06 December 2021