My Dad, Your Matchless Legacy ! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

my dad!
it was you who took me by my hand
daily during my boyhood age
amidst star-folks of the night space
and lighted introductory lamps
to spread the rays of friendship amongst us!

the 'dawns'
in which ' Ushaa ', the angel strolls with hues in hand-

the' evenings '
in which the hues meditate in golden sunset moments-

the ' rivers '
in which the sweet babble over pebbly bed is ever heard-

the ' water falls '
in which the far off ' om ' chants are ever raised-

the ' flower gardens '
where there is ever the drizzle of fragrance-

the ' east '
where there is the unfailing chariot festival in mornings-

the ' birds '
the hymns- singing winged devotees-

the ' winds '
that perform rural dances in coconut groves-

the 'green fields '
where rolling rollicking ecstasies dance-

all these and other beauties
you blessed me as ' friends '
even in my boyhood days!

and planted the seeds of ' poesy '
carefully in my tender heart!

today this has grown as huge banyan trees

are they not, all these, your matchless legacy
o.. my dear dad?