My Father Is Something More Poem by Rites Ghosh

My Father Is Something More

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I am just forty
when my father
at seventy-three's duskglow
runs with
a bundle of surprises..

on his bi-cycle
with enough sweats
he paddles round
the important ports of life..

along with him
certain gloom keeps walking-
flickering wrath shakes hand
overtones of age
make morality thick..

from my table, heaped
with metaphysical knowledge,
books, white sheets of papers,
pens and- - - - -pride!
high-browed intellectuality
smells like branded wine
of dark winter-

a glider I am, I feel..


I peep down
the shackles of samsar..

my father looks too miniature
his movement too humble
his routine path
too trivially composed..




long after I'll see

he is my father

my scaffold

and earnest strength

so tight

and indestructible

for holding up

this precious glider.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Erika Wingo 26 July 2014

Beautiful...I love it.

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Susan Lacovara 04 June 2014

A beautiful depiction of the strength a father's love provides. Long may he ride....and even longer still, May you him or him. PEACE

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