In each sexagenarian
Who is short and fat
I find my father
And his son in me
A very amazing man he was
Austere but without superstitions
Economical but spent a lot to bring up
Rigid but as soft as feathers.
A teacher he was.
Indeed, a teacher was he,
But he never taught me
How to be rich materially.
My father was my Alphabet to me
And whatever I nurture today
I try to carry his words and thoughts.
Now if a blossom ever comes
And says of success
Just then, I feel his presence
And take pride in, being his pupil and being his son.
In each sexagenarian Who is short and fat I find my father And his son in me - - - - -A poem of high value.It is a wonderful poem giving tribute to your father whose love, care and teachings made you a good human being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BEAUTIFUL poetic imagination, D A You may like to read my poem, MOM'S SMILES MY FATHER'S ALSO IN HEAVEN DA I AM HIS SON Thanks