Reading all these poems dedicated to parents, I got tempted to write one for my father. Father had always desired that I write a poem for him and I thought of utilising this occasion in making an attempt. Hope you all enjoy it...!

To Daddy

Dad, do you remember

That creamy yellow t-shirt which I wore

As a baby with these words,

"I love Daddy" inscribed on it?

Look here is the picture of it!

> >

I still love you dad,

Twenty years later, from that day

When this picture was taken,

I still love you, for the way in which

You would come and wake me up

In the mornings singing those stupid

Old Tamil songs into my ear, so loud,

That I would get irritated and throw the pillows on you!

> >

I still love you, for the way in which

You would hide money in your spectacle-case

Instead of your leather wallet, thinking

That I wouldn't find out, when I come asking for it!

And you would believe your money is

All safe inside it… unless you find

Out how I'd emptied it, sneaking

Into your room when you were away!

> >

I still love you, for the way in which

You would crack those dirty shit-and-fart jokes

Right when mom would sit down to eat

(The thing she hates the most!)

And irritate her so much that she'd walk out

Angrily and you would sing an old Kishore da

Song to make her smile again!

> >

I still love you, for the way in which

You would bore me to death

With all that philosophical talk of yours

And when I walk away, disregarding you,

You would say nothing

And with a serious nodding of the head

Would convey that I'm forgiven

When I would later come and say `sorry'!

> >

I still love you, though you haven't stopped

Smoking those cigarettes- they are so suffocating!

(Remembered, you'd promised me long ago that you would?)

And taking rum, though I have shown you

So many newspaper articles that talk about

The ill-effects of alcohol consumption…

I care for you, dad, and I just can't bear

To see those chest bones now jutting

Out of your thin, frail frame…

> >

Oh! I know now what you'd say.

You'd talk about the inevitability of death,

That it must come in some way or the other

And it doesn't matter…but not this way, dad,

Not this way, for ever since you retired

You have been shrinking into some lonely corner

And seem so distant,

Though I have you seated next to me…

 

 

 



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