A Song To My Father... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I feel you, feel you in me all times;
in all waves; in thunder and chimes.
The bell that rings somewhere near
rings too deep in here....
I hear you voice; clear, very clear.
When my poems read and songs sing
I see you in them and hear....

It`s you who makes me do things good.
All ill-thoughts are undone.
It`s you who turned the world shrewd
to the world of earthly fun.
You woke up a benign volcano
and make it walk ahead and run!

I feel you, feel you in me all times;
in all waves; in thunder and chimes.
The bell that rings somewhere near
rings too deep in here....
I hear you voice; clear, very clear.
When my poems read and songs sing
I see you in them and hear....

You pray for me and listen the prayer;
make it true; so kind and dear!
So kind to this son, dear Father;
I know it, know it for sure, it`s not favor!
You`re in me just a little deeper.

I feel you, feel you in me all times;
in all waves; in thunder and chimes.
The bell that rings somewhere near
rings too deep in here....
I hear you voice; clear, very clear.
When my poems read and songs sing
I see you in them and hear....