A Father On Way Back Home Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Father On Way Back Home
Now it's over, the fatigue of the day,
sweats dried and muscles are relieved,
while coming back, the childish rains!
A naughty downpour that climbed from the back,
And the one that took my left hand in her hand,
the other gripped my right hand as she knows,
whatever he is carrying will be picked out
from the bag with this powerful hand,
but I am refreshed by a fine mild shower,
on my bosom with her lips on my forehead.
Rains!
While I was dying for loneliness I needed!
You,
obliged the tired man with kisses and hugs,
and reminded me,
the fatigues of the day are over,
but for whom it was a day of struggle,
are now full of rains of love,
and a beautiful lady is standing on the doors,
she is old, still gold,
My salute to this great grandmother!
With a cloud on her back,
another holding her right hand,
the third with her hand in the right hand,
and the amazing fourth with both hands,
around her neck.
I accelerated my motor bike.
Rains!
You are wonderful!
You encourage me to live,
but I am living for the rains of love,
that are waiting for me at my sweet home!
Nothing made me happier than to come home from work and have my precious children jump into my arms. No matter how tired I was, it was always refreshing like a cool, gentle shower.
Rains! You are wonderful! You encourage me to live, but I am living for the rains of love, that are waiting for me at my sweet home! An endearing poem that captures the heart! Like Marie has written, it brings back memories of your beloved father returning home after a hard day's work. to his beloved family. A comparison with the cool showers of rain makes the poem a wonderful write. Akhtar Sahab, you deserve a bouquet of scented flowers!
Each one of those who have left their thoughtful comments before me (some of them reminiscing their own days) have made my work easy. The feelings and the joy expressed here can convert the atmosphere of any home into that of a heaven on earth. Thanks. I have a few lines to quote: Rains! You are wonderful! You encourage me to live, but I am living for the rains of love,
Giving salute and tribute to Great Grandmother expresses deep love in this wonderfully expressed poem. Sweet memory and sweet moment call very often to realize life. Coming home brings joy. Wonderful poem is shared on father's day. EXCELLENT...10
The joy of coming home to your beautiful wife and grandchildren is beautifully expressed from a very happy man. After the hard day at work it is the familiar presence of your loving family that uplifts you. The comfort of your family and home is your serenity. Stunning write!
but I am living for the rains of love, that are waiting for me at my sweet home! ....................... Yes, it is the love got from home, that makes each man's life more fulfilling than any other thing! Yes, I can visualize your joy at being received with love by your wife and grand children on reaching home after a tiresome day outside!
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5/7/2024 4:10:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful pen selfie of a loving husband and a grandfather.