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Let me tell you all, a story
of father and son
who lived happily
before the conflicts begun
...

He entered the room, His eyes full of pain
To tell his wife the news,
He would have to go through the trauma again
...

I know you more than you think I know
I see even that which you do not want to show
I see the tear behind the smiling face
I see the confusion behind the composed gaze
...

She needed money to feed her child,
He needed a woman to satisfy his emotions wild,
They came together in union not meant to be,
He would go his own way and so would she,
...

Those sweet memories still linger in my mind
The chain of mountains, The birds singing their song,
The outspread meadows...
And the river that runs through it!
...

Don’t stop me
Let me fall into nothingness
Let me live as if there were no today, no tomorrow
As if there was no joy, no sorrow!
...

The sun was shining bright
Everything seemed so right
It was a beautiful day
and I decided to enjoy it in every way
...

Arti Honrao Biography

A deep thinker, currently trying to figure out the purpose of living, contemplating on the happenings of life, deriving meaning out of what seems to be meaningless and making note of what I have to achieve before I die! On the wings of Poetry I fly high... Hopeful and inspired! Without it I lay like a person alive, yet not so! Blog: http: //artihonrao.blogspot.com Site: http: //www.anshu.faithweb.com Recently I have created a forum for poets/writers to come together and share their work... http: //artihonrao.conforums.com)

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Father And Son

Let me tell you all, a story
of father and son
who lived happily
before the conflicts begun

Every Sunday morning they went for a walk
spent time having a man-to-man talk
Sitting on the bench at the sea-side
like friends meant to be together forever
Father and son
spent their time enjoying every moment together
Nearly in the afternoon, they used to return
Arm in arm, before the conflicts begun.

They used to sit on the couch, reading together
till lunch was served on the table
Then they used to spend time together
Munching their lunch, watching movies on the cable
The lady of the house was proud to see them as one
This was when the conflicts had not begun

One unfortunate day, the father lost his job
He decided to talk to his son about the lost job
That evening the son returned home, tired and exhausted
Father never realized that he would not be interested
As usual the father put his arm around his son
And the son put his arms around his father too,
But this was before the conflict begun.

When the son came to know
that his father is jobless now
He understood that the entire responsibility
would be on his shoulders now
Slowly his arm slipped down from his fathers shoulder
He walked a few steps away to avoid his father
The father did not know the things had changed
He walked to his son,
to have the things arranged.
'Oh father, you are an old man now,
Why don't you just stop following me around the house
Why don't you do something worth,
than just sit back jobless in the house! '
The father knew from experience, the things were different now
He knew it was time for him to step back now
He turned around to look at his wife, who,
as always, was standing by his side.

Every alternate day,
the discussion turned to the fathers' contribution to the house
One fine day, the father was seen dusting the furniture of the house
His wife came running to him and pulled the duster from his hand
She looked in his eyes and gently held his hand
She said, 'He would understand soon,
what being a father means
wait till he gets married and has his own son
let him wait till he grows old and is said to be worthless by his own son'
The father, now tears in his eyes
looked at his wife and said
'Sweetheart, let this never happen'

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