My Dad..... ... A Guiding Star! Poem by ngawa tenpa

From the day i was born,

He raised me as a rose

Watered me with his sweats

And fenced me with his arms.



With his trembling hands

Counted my age on his fingers,

Wishing me to be bloomed soon,

Into a fruitful youth.



Absolutely not the best,

But faced the worst

To light my world

And lead me forward.



He worked beyond endurance

In sweat and blood,

Wrinkled his face earlier,

But who reads them..?



Dark at night he prayed

Early in the morning he toiled

From dawn to dusk,

Never he stopped for a rest.



Like the nectar from a divine,

He sucked my noses,

Licked my dirts

And watched me growing.



He argued the passing wind

From disturbing my sleep

And spoke to the silence

Of my tear and smile.



It took him for years,

To smooth my path

And purify my mind,

My dad..... ... a guiding star!