The Potrait Of Vigour Poem by prashant shaurya

It was the month of october
with piousness in its air
and the weather so humid
when on 12th he was born
who never looked timid..

his parents were rejoicing
for he was their very first child
and they were overwhelmed by this feeling
that was so subtle and mild..

days after day, years after year
he started growing
inculcating values inside him
making himself a man of character
He obeyed his parents and loved his kin
this kept him away from every sin

never touched wine and respected all women
and this made him different from rest of the men
his willpower undeterred and character like a rod
for he was the one who really feared God

Be it happiness, grief or pain
you would find him ever the same
I saw him at his sister's wedding
and watched him when his grannie died
he looked alike in both those feelings
wearing a sense of responsibility
showing no emotions, yet so dignified

I remember the days when his wife was ill
and he had grown weak by paying the doc's bill
he was having a financial crunch
so severe that he couldn't buy the shoes of his son
or even arrange them a proper lunch..

There's a saying that your good deeds pay
when you are facing the worst day
and so did his fortunes change
when he got blessed by an ange

I am lucky and proud to be his son
following his legacy
for he is my icon......


This one's a tribute to my beloved FATHER..
HE is my hero, the one of the few founding pillars of my life..