Never short of love for him
the son lends his father his shorts.
The poor man was making do with one
washing it and drying in the sun
till his son gifted him when
ran out his luck by untimely rain.
It rains untimely too when love ascends
the son to his father a timely gift lends
be it a shorts or a piece of cloth
a small declaration of love's sweet oath.
This timely lend brings his untimely tears
he hides it from the giver as done all these years
enjoys the bliss of the hug on his skin
wearing his shorts wearing love within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem that charms the more you read it. Humble objects - shorts, a piece of cake, a purse - become almost sacred when they're given by offspring to parent. Some good similes in this poem, Pradip.