Coming Home Poem by Jay P Narain

The time and tide wait for no one,
From a little child, you grew into a young one,
I had to let you go to nearby distant land,
I had to let you explore the world and become a wise man.

I used to see you for hours and hours,
studying and playing video games,
Although we talked only a little everyday,
A few words used to make my day.

Now I wait for the day I would see you again,
the work and play keeps you entangled in your domain,
A mere indication of your coming home,
Makes me glee all over again.

If I were a mother, you would have seen glow of happiness in my eyes,
I would have left no stone untruned to make you forget your hard work miseries,
As I am a father, I could only sit with you and talk about work and games,
A short yes and no keeps our hearts warm and our bondage forever strong.