In Fond Remembrance Of My Father Poem by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay
In Fond Remembrance Of My Father
South Africa, Serbia
Argentina, America
Germany, Uruguay
Brazil, Paraguay,
A host of countries,
A medley of jerseys
My eyes get glued to the TV
Come! Come! Welcome!
WCS (World Cup Soccer) -2010
Has undertaken journey.
Defeating my every mirth
Your face looms large
I tread my steps
Down the memory lane
And WCS-2006 peeps into reminiscence
Dampening your entire spirit
To witness the matches
Keeping yourself awake,
I had cautioned, “ Baba (Father) ,
Don’t be late to bed
It’ll spoil your health.”
But my advice fell flat
You sat erect
As your younger daughter
Viewed different.
Her valuable words were
“ This event repeats
Once in four years
Don’t dissuade father
To watch matches of soccer.”
Never realized
Her vision
Had surpassed mine.
Your last day in the hospital
Was 13th June,2007.
Since childhood
Even my trivials
Used to conquer your approval.
Your faint smile on the parting day too
Bore testimony of your endorsement
On my lean achievement.
Who knew in hours
I would be performing your funeral
Bereft of my last blood
With constricted outlet of emotion?
Today when June mingled with soccer
Occupy my entire being,
In silent tears
I murmur
“ Father, I wish
You were ever living”.
Defeating my every mirth Your face looms large I tread my steps Down the memory lane........................... reminiscence looms over vision of mirth step slowly trembles treading on path memory of sweet soul haunts deep tears gleans into eyes yet meandering.............oh what a poetic voice that weaves a web of emotion reflecting upon rune of shadow bygone days, as events in its cycle steps into its turn memorabilia of past remind us our mirth being vanquished by dappled wings of obscurity as we slowly lose our..glow of life..being bereft of our sweet talks and breathes of our near and dear, as it leaves a deep scar on skin of soul, and tears seems to stream out from that wounds of love yet in continuity by change of space and time, extremely emotive and evocative across ingenuity of, reality smacking of ruffling silence tossing upon void of lone inebriation being inflicted by brazen cup of sorrow, wonderful write,10+++, thanks for sharing
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4/24/2024 6:08:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so precious, straight from your heart. A wonderful expression on remembrance of your father. Thank you for sharing.; D