My Father Poem by Waheed Khan

Your speech so simple, naive and ostentation free
your thoughts like ocean silent, wide and deep

your love brings shade under the blistering sun
your care bears my weight on this road so steep

The things you told me of your wandering youth
Taught me more than heap of books I read

By day and night occupied by thoughts for us
aside you place all your comforts and need

You see in our eyes when no else could behold
you heard when words to mouth were still to feed

You are the mast through you my ship sails
surrounded by storm, creatures ready to eat

all my life struggling for me has left you fatigued
you knew not when and how to old age you meet

now when its time for me to give back what I took
wishing that I could, I stand helpless and bleak

If I couldn't be an oak I'll try and be a palm tree *
I'll try be a trail if not highway for you to tread