' This is based on a true story that I read when I was a boy and a die
hard fan of football'
'What can be in a father's mind after he left his only son in a
at the bank of the sacred Ganges river? '
He took the ashes in a pot and wiped all the tears in his eyes
For the grief was too pensive for him to cry
He once thought to give his life into that lonely river
To mingle with the soul of his son
His only son!
At that moment someone whisper'd in his ears
'Today is the IFA cup final betwixt East Bengal and Mohun Bagan'
A game of football that he loved since he was a boy
Like his only boy!
He wiped his last tear from his face
A feverish wish dragged him to Eden Gardens
He shouted the most
Spray'd all the ashes over the victorious players' heads
B'coz his own team had own!
He came back happy as a man
Who lost his only son!
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
A touching tribute to a father's love for his son.....very well penned, arya
I LIKED THIS NARRATION VERY MUCH! Being a football fan in my school/ college days, standing in long queues to get drenched in the rain! For the grieving father a healthy diversion, - the 'ball of life' rolls on in a continuous motion! -Raj
cRUEL LAWS OF SOCIETY....MEN ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CRY TO BECOME MEN....BUT LOSS WHAT IS IRREPARABLE IS ALWAYS WHAT IT CONNOTES TO BE....A VERY TOUCHING NARRATION FROM MEMORIES DOWNLINE...10 FOR THE EFFORTS MADE HERE..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Fact of life is tough to believe... but fact is fact.... good writing Shamik....