As my dad came towards the cradle
to see me
ignoring my mom in total
she could see life and love in his eye
anger and alcohol has shown up
'red' in those all these days...for her to see
seeing me..touching my tender hands
feeling my face and hair
this rough man missed 'softness'
for the first time in his life
he stood there happy and confused
this intoxication was new to him
he could not stop coming to see me
he did come every day
he did start talking to my mom
it was about me..only about me
he learned to carry me from my mom
a thrilled dad he became
on the day of discharge
as he carried me through the corridor...
all people who knew him stood exclaimed
Well it certainly sounds as if it were a redeeming experience for someone in need! Also you needed your dad and it was fitting he needed you too.
Portrays a soft touch of redemption in a new life. [ children are a gift of GOD ]
part 3... while reading it seems a prose.in my opinion, the thread can be more shapen as a prosody..any how it gives pleasant look...nice
a child is a part of us.not a soul is hard-hearted enough to be softened by just a glimpse of his child.
‘…this intoxication was new to him…’ Climaxing and turning point…well addressed poetically… Ten+ Ms. Nivedita UK
Innate love for self perpetuation is the driving force in life. CP
Samanyan, yes, babies can transform lives and people in ways totally unexplained. isn't that's why they tell a couple having trouble to make a baby in the hope it will save the marriage. a very tender write. i totally agree with what Nikunj has said. was away for a week.thus the delay in reading this heart touching poem. Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ur poem is very close to reality im inspired by ur poem, it really touched my heart..10+