Canvas you make
a masterpiece
reflection of
heavenly bliss.,
as you are a
master bard,
and can paint
with wonderful words.
You paint it
I glance it
and my pensive pen
adoring you as a gentle
Poet and man
scribbles the perfect ten.
Then after a lull
my heart singing like
a seagull
longs to paint the one
using the
rainbow colors of sun
and brush dancing
with fun
I handpicked the colors
from the rainbow
and paint it with
heavenly glow
words divine
chatting with star’s shine
in moonlit clime.
I invite you for an opinion
To preen my heart’s pinions
But stoic silence
challenges my resilience.
Then I scour
page, day and night
searching the comment
with hope’s light.
The words that praises
and heals
my smarting woes and weal
I know I’ m not
as poesy as you,
still as a father,
at least
you can shower,
your praise
an unconditional grace,
with,
words well dressed,
to encourage
nascent talent,
a poetic temperament
of your so called
daughter,
and fill her
with mirth and laughter.
If your praise is not hoax
Why write in inbox
Show your love
In broad daylight
Inundate my heart
With paternal praise-
an ambrosial delight
Tell me why
different standards for me?
Why make you fall me on my knee?
Why assault my heart
Filled with glee?
Have you an answer?
Then respond
Otherwise ours
Is not true bond.
ANJALI
16-12-2008
PS: THIS POEM I DEDICATE TO MY POEMHUNTER FATHER WHO LOVES TO SEND MESSAGES IN MY INBOX BUT DOES NOT LIKE TO TALK BELOW MY
POEM
'Inundate my heart With paternal praise- an ambrosial delight' wow. loved this poem, thats exactly the love of a father is..... expressive in its silence....
Anbjali What an excellent poem as this has such strength. I find some people can't tune in to my poetical side, but at least your Father could make an effort. Can he understand poetry? You know some people just can't understand it. Print it off and give it to him. I would.....but do tell him you love him too (if you do) . Excellent write. regards Karin Anderson
fathers won't normally talk in open pages about daughters... here, may be your ph godfather reserves some thing special...a beautiful poem...both in construction and in presentation...ten for you Anjali...10
Si tu padre se pregunta Que si mi queres a mi Di con la boca que no con el corazon que si If father says How much you love me son I shall not tell it by my mouth I shall tell it by my heart DECA.......(a 10)
Dripping withe daughterly devotion. Well written 10/10
wow...thats so sweet...a father who is ur guardian on poemhunter... lucky to have him... :) i hope he is proud of ur dedication to him... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh my God anju....the time i started reading, i cant help smiling on the beauty of your poetry..a masterpiece...a heart from a heart, full of emotions...done with all your love and respect...not just a mere fruit of your brilliancy but fruit of everything in you....very excellent...he must be very happy reading this. ...a fatherly love...which is also true to the fact that mostly fathers dont show much of their feelings....but they love us so much...just beside us to guide us...i love the way you put it into poetry...different...really different, amazing..seems you're a painter aside from being a poet....you're simply a born poet...every words in your mind are already formed into poetry...whatever you think..it is already poetry...if i have to put all the adjectives for your piece..there will be no more space for the others.. lol....A+++++++++++++10+++++++