chandra thiagarajan


My Father


My Father

O my father, my dear darling father!
No words can depict, even a part
Of the deep emotions that smother
Me, and tear my heart apart!

When thoughts-many thousands-so dear,
About him and his ways-of my dad,
Come rushing to my mind-so clear
I set my pen to quell myself-so mad.

Though lean in corporal structure,
And implied toughness on surface;
He had strength of good character
Which held surging love beneath the base.

One cannot think of him
Without dwelling on his upright stride,
With hands strong, though slim
Swaying past -fast beside.

The aura of his sharp mien glowed,
With deep thoughts of virtue;
The sparkle of his eye elaborately told
The intelligence that was barred from view.

Strong to his duty ever bound,
From twelve, after his father's demise,
He strove to bring his dependents round—
His mother, brothers and sister-as a man so wise.

All his available resources eroded,
He never could achieve his dream
Of wearing a graduate gown. Instead
He shouldered the burden with a beam!

To Ooty, from his home-town, Vellore,
He proceeded in pursuit of a job;
Then came down to Coimbatore,
In his teens, with a big heart-sob.

Then at the great city of Calcutta,
He worked for a while as a young lad;
But finally settled down at Nallagutta
In the beautiful city of Secunderabad.

With the office of the Cantonment Board,
Himself he completely identified;
From dawn to dusk o'er the files he poured,
And the gnawing troubles set aside.

He fixed his brothers and others in jobs,
And conducted his sister's marriage grandly;
Then took his life-partner with heart throbs,
And for six and thirty years sailed smoothly.

O'er this mundane life—so bitter,
My father glided ever so nobly;
Setting himself apart from the litter,
On a loftier plane -so ably.

Devoid of chicanery and guile,
He was straight-forward and simple;
He carried himself with dignity and style,
Wearing innocence all the while.

Out of the wed-lock were born-very fine
Four souls—three daughters and a son;
He raised us up in happiness' shine,
And gave us all, his hard labour won.

Our characters, he subtly did mould,
To make us citizens useful and good;
For our education-troubles untold
Were borne, more than he e'er could.

Discipline in his children, to ever instill,
And hold them under his sway;
His gushing love he did still,
And triumphantly held it at bay.

My father performed his duty,
Of settling his children four;
And took pride in the beauty,
Of their harbours on life's shore! .

He was a large-hearted man,
And ne'er knew the root of meanness,
In him magnanimity swishing ran,
Ever striving for others' happiness.

His favourite cigar—the Charminar,
Was to him a great relief and solace;
His ardent love for books would ne'er tar,
Till the end of his very last days.

A man of less words—I gasp,
He hardly ever his mind out-poured;
The pressure of his one hand-clasp,
Tendered his love beyond every word.

Oh! Those warm glorious days,
When we raced to Secunderabad,
For his love's sublime golden rays,
To be so affectionately had!

My daddy! I feel so-so very sorry,
Ah! I couldn't fulfill your wish
Of yourself coming to Madras. Guilty,
Guilty am I, to the core of anguish!

It is to break away perchance
From this daughter ungrateful,
You left this world in trance,
Leaving me mourning, my life full.

O'er my cheeks, roll down the tears,
Etching the nineteenth of July Nineteen eighty;
Sorrow stricken till the end of my years,
When you parted, at the age of nine and sixty! .

My darling father! While I pray to Heaven
To rest your good soul in peace,
I humbly crave your kind pardon,
Till the end of my release!
.








.








I

Submitted: Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (My Father by chandra thiagarajan )

Enter the verification code :

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/2/2013 4:28:00 PM)

    He was a large-hearted man
    And ne'er knew the root of meanness
    Wonderful tribute to a great soul. Nincely rendered.
    Please read my poem My Father when you have time. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rajkamal P.j (4/19/2012 11:43:00 AM)

    it reminds me of my father. a great similarity indeed...one of the very few poems which moved me so much.. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Missing You, Ronald Chapman
  2. You Are Beautiful, Ronald Chapman
  3. The Gift, Ronald Chapman
  4. Reaching Yellow River, Roberta Hill Whiteman
  5. Philadelphia Flowers, Roberta Hill Whiteman
  6. Highland laddie, Peter Hall
  7. Night, Ronald Chapman
  8. Because such is life, Peter Hall
  9. Morning Talk, Roberta Hill Whiteman
  10. Heaven, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Young Love lies sleeping
In May-time of the year,
Among the lilies,
Lapped in the tender light:
White lambs come grazing,
White doves come building there:
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]