I'M Proud To Be Your Daughter Poem by neha sharma

I’m proud to be your daughter

A dream,
No, not a dream,
But a reality long forgotten.
Those memories approach me today,
Screech at me to eek out an answer.
But speechless as I am,
To face the reality long forgotten.
My little world was a universe,
Holding my little fingers in your manly hands,
You taught me to walk,
Walk straight and erect,
With confidence and chivalry,
That I do not lag behind,
That I am not less than intelligentsia.
Going by the sea –shore
Splashing the crystal water,
Counting the birds,
You brought the wide sky face to face with me,
To challenge it openly.
This was the arena I had to step into,
Sky is not the limit,
The more I climbed,
The more it had to unlock its shut doors.
Hardly aware of the innate capabilities in me,
You brought out the real in me.
While playing, when I tottered down,
And bruised my knees,
You wiped my tears,
And showed me the number of ants I had killed,
When you bandaged the open wound,
And unfailingly changed it every second day.
You tolerated my off and on moods,
Managed to smile at my idiotic jokes,
Understood my craziest dreams,
Knew the reason behind my little dropp of tear,
Realized my naughty actions and innocent theories.
Caught my lies and fallacies.
How many times did I discolor your shirt;
While trying to sketch the picturesque beauty?
How many times did I scribble in your files;
While trying to learn that two & two make four?
How many times did I take your pen
Stealthily out of your pocket,
While trying to note down laws of gravitation?
How many times did you become my student,
While trying to teach me?
How many times………Uncountable……….
How many times did you fail to take me to the park,
To play with me despite your hectic schedule?
How many times did you refuse me money,
While it was difficult to make even ends meet?
How many times did you rebuke me,
While I committed mistakes?
How many times did you hush me off,
In spite of the professional as well as the personal drudgery?
How many times………Never……….
Creating an all-over new vista,
You held me when I stumbled,
Fetched me when I went astray,
Cheered me when I underwent ordeals,
Befriended me when I had none,
Mentored me when I needed one.
Ignorant of the ways of the world,
You helped me on my way,
Envisaged a prosperous future for me,
Worked for a rich present for me,
Mended the mistakes of the past.
Amongst the new fangled faces,
I found a familiar persona,
I built my own identity,
I structured my own existence,
Only with your support & help.
You taught me to avow my own survival,
To edify my own livelihood.
But amongst these strivings & thrivings,
A face was lost somewhere in the dreary desert,
A new identity forgot the old survival,
A new face replaced the old familiarity,
The long forgotten reality loomed like a mirage,
In the dusty sphere of my ambitions,
When my hectic schedule provided me with no time,
Or probably I refused for any time and space.
Sitting comfortably on the ottoman,
When the beams filter through the air,
Enter through the window,
And fall upon your grim face,
Highlighting your grave features,
Making the tear in your eye visible,
But no hand or no time to wipe it,
I know, I feel, I realize,
You remember the long forgotten reality,
Look at the forlorn present,
Realize the ecstatic past,
Which still enlightens you,
Still brings the sweet sorrow,
Still sprinkles life in your still limbs,
Still brings a shine on your pallid face,
Still holds your life and soul together.
I remember the past,
I look at the present,
I recount what I have lost,
Which can never be equaled with what I have gained.
I have somewhere lost your smile,
I have somewhere forgotten your presence,
I have somewhere dumped your memories,
I have somewhere burnt gratitude,
As you say just your responsibilities.
Fetch me again please,
Downtrodden with burdens,
I am going astray,
Bring me back,
To a place where we both won’t just survive but will live,
To a dell where we will be together,
To our space where I will re-discover myself,
To our area where I will shed my vestigial fears,
To our unified entity where I will say again,
I’m proud to be your daughter, father.