When I Was With My Father Poem by Naveed Akram

When I was young, my father and I talked
Of the ways we grew like magnets to each other;
We went to the lectures together,
Learnt industry by meeting the top bosses,
Educating men who required skills,
Like the science of reading and writing.

One was young and keen on listening,
A look of the print was a king of the hindsight,
Admitting the legion into the garden,
Fighting sorry battles with miniatures and toys,
So that artillery was evading our joys
And the tries of the pen were limited.

I had to explain one day, that life was master,
And I was student, of the days we lived
In some of our lives, preaching our worshipping
Stances to each other like harnesses
Waiting for the donning, adorning the soul,
Admiring the world in ways of man and parent.