I was feeling hurt
Bullied, desolate and bereft-
Sobbingly, I looked out
For those firm hands,
A masterly voice
And for drawing solace.

Travelling bare feet
Withstanding hot sand and Sun
Before I could give up
He would lift me on his shoulder,
The mightiest and strongest of the men-
I would've nothing to fear.

Many of the storms I weathered
Hardly left a scratch mark-
I saw the nature's fury
Ravishing everything
Ruining man's pride,
Yet I had sound sleep
No worry in the mind.

I don't remember any great pain I'd
Of hunger, thirst or fever.
The stout hands cared-
The love was unconditional
Enveloping my world.

Decades later, now
Upon hearing something unpleasant