A Father

Acrostics...

First love of a daughter

A son’s best pal

Takes care of all your needs

Holds you through biggest of troubles

Encourages you to work very hard

Right from the start.

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Fortune’s brutality

 

It was a dark night, the weather was turning inclement

Signaling advent of a tyrannous downpour

Aparna, a girl young, beautiful and indigent

Is sitting beside her ill father on the icy floor

 

Wishing that the winds alleviate

So that she can light the hearth

To prepare her father’s dinner plate

But her wishes held no worth

 

To her despair, it started raining.

Their hut had an impaired roof,

Couldn’t hold water from draining

Of fortune’s brutality, this was enough a proof

 

But worse was yet to come,

Continuous showers refrained the water flow

Demonstrating nature’s tantrum

Dumbfounded Aparna looked out of the window

 

It was a gruesome sight,

People were out of their huts

Running around, to find a safer joint

Water was stagnating, forming deep ruts

 

Aparna knew, they will have to walk out soon

But was scared, with her father ill and old

She stood there, thinking, as a maroon

“We should move out”, her father told

 

Aparna looked for a hang-out, danger free,

As she helped her father drag out of their abode,

She caught sight of a huge tree,

That the villagers had stowed

 

Water drenched them top to toe

Drowning them more than half

Both of them struggled to move with the flow

Towards the tree that accommodated the riffraff

 

Suddenly, Aparna tripped over a rock

And was carried away by the pour,

She drifted away from the flock

And after two hours was driven ashore

 

After hours of slumber,

When she returned to consciousness

The scenario around her,

Was speaking of almighty’s heartlessness

 

Putting herself together,

She decided to return,

For she had left her father,

At the point she had begun

 

With every part of her aching,

She strode forward

Praying for his well – being,

All the way she whimpered

 

She saw her father, lying deceased   

Near a damaged cart

She stood their petrified

Fear, Anger and grief occupied her heart

 

Aparna was left with no one,

To narrate her lamentable story

After the damages this night had done

And added to her life’s misery

A family poem…

I have a family of five,
my dad – a business man,
my mom – a house wife,
a sister, she is ten..
a brother, he is six..
and then its me,
who completes this mix…

Daddy takes care of all our needs,
Mumma prepares us delicious feeds,
my brother loves playing a lot,
my sister considers giving books a thought,
I feel free to do whatever i want,
being at home or leaving for a jaunt…

we share our joy and our sorrow,
being alone would feel so hollow…
i love them all like a maniac,
life without them will be filled with black…