You get anger at me, I smile
You loose patience, I become silent
You become violent, I become tender
You shout at me, I become affectionate
You hate me, I express friendliness
You become furious, I embrace you
You throw brickbats, I accept you
You don't understand me, I pity you
I am more than your Dad
Once I was also like you
Now I am a God in the making
I love you unconditionally
(22-June-2010, Chennai)
A beautifully penned poem on a father's unconditional love. Isn't it strange but true that we begin to appreciate all what our parents did for us only after we ourselves become parents? When we look at all the pranks our children play, we often wonder if history is repeating itself. We then look back at our own parents' tremendous patience, tolerance, selflessness, empathy, self-reliance, self-respect and a host of other qualities some of which we seem to have imbibed from them and as for the others, we are still working at acquiring them. Enjoyed reading this a lot.
Unconditional love...is also to walk in forgiveness! A truthful poem indeed.; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds great. I hope I can achieve that some day.