A Memory Of Father. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Father the word itself makes me happy
My dear father is no more here
Went in aboard years back alone
Leaving his family for world's mercy
Somehow managed to swim across the river
Somehow got a livelihood in world
My father encouraged me to learn
And try always to read in better ways
Act upon the conscience, he taught me
And at last breathed his last, in perfect calm
His soul may be rested in peace in heavens
The journey of life here I continues
Father, the privileged position of human being
No one dare to question the position
The symbol of love, and motivation
Father, who gave the nice word to fatherhood.