He is the Lion of the tribe of his home;
his arrival makes everyone run and roam...
Tantrum and torments are the daily bread
with which he feed his family as the wicked head.
To his wailing wife, he is a bad bed-sinner;
his children dread him as the belt-winner.
Daddy's palour-seat is the throne of thraldom...
and his presence is the beginning of boredom.
Making financial request earns a death sentence...
everyone preen in the pomp of pure pretence.
Ask and he shall grumble, knock and get a slap...
even mom dare not take a quick afternnon nap.
Daddy is the commander in chief of the harm-forces;
the children's wrongs attract grave choices...
If you escape being detained for days;
you may have to feast on nothing but hays.
Horrible husbands have a spare tyre outside
who often feel they are better than his bride.
A tiger cannot change his soul and skin!
The fire of wickedness burns without within.
Categories:
palour, abuse, angel,
Form: Couplet
Today's the day, today's the day!
When you first felt air in your tiny air bags;
And when ye' looked at this lovely creation-
It caused the dance of prancing stags.
I know not but my beating core feels,
Your birth must have spread a peaceful palour-
On your motner's dead keen face-
A face where one can spy hope's trace.
So many days have passed;
You 've been brought up so meticulously,
Remember not amateurishly,
But with dedication of a sincere kind--
With a soft heart and selfless mind.
You 've grown up to be so beautiful,
Awashed with grace,
Veiled in a rich pleasantry-
looked up by all and sundry.
In this parky weather from the early dawn-
Amongst flowers of wishes I could only find-
This which I did pluck
In your b'day with this humility 'Gauten Gluck'!!
Categories:
palour, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme