Dad Is Only A Baggage! Poem by KAMESWARA RAO CHELLAPILLA

Dad Is Only A Baggage!



Dad is only a baggage
Whom sons carry in their shoes
Waiting to be abandoned any where on the road
And, if not, in the deep red sea.

Dad is only a baggage sons inadvertently carry
“My dad is a great dad! ”- no son dares to say -
Forget about gender equality here at this moment.

Dad stands in the last to be greeted or graced
Because he is only a dollar bringing machine –
Neither state nor law recognizes his status
Except as a guardian, a facilitator,
An innocent and gullible investor,
Financing their living, food and education
Or, at the most, an assistant to mom in her “pay-renting”.

Dad is only a baggage and stands in the last
To be greeted or graced because he is an old man
With old experiences and old ideas,
With an old hat and older eyebrows!
Better if he does not open his mouth
And share his views for heaven’s sake!

“Daddy do not dare to preach! ”- Madonna cautioned long back!
“Ah! Man” – Dad is at the most a helper in their growth
In skill development, playing chess sometimes
At the most, a free guide in teaching
the “poli-tricks” of the world!
Ethics and benefits of “not lying” at any point in life.

“Dad! I love you”-very rarely sons say –
Because “love” they find only in their girl friends,
Love they find in bars and bar girls.
“Yes, ofcourse, I love my dad! ” some sons may retort back –
Dads are the best duds in the world of market economy!

They give every thing and get a pittance in return
They share all crisis and tide over difficult oceans –
They share all their concerns and trivial nightmares –
But no son is ready to accept until his son kicks him
in left right and center.

Dad is a villain for many
Because he tries to discipline and control –
Yes! My dear! – do not worry-
You are born that way – you are made that way.
You are groomed that way by the state and society!
And finally you are doomed that way!

Yes my friend! You have to endure all that hate
You have to bear all that scorn
You have to learn to enjoy all that tyranny –
The tyranny of pain in 'pay-renting'.

Yes.My dear! Do not get worried!
The world goes that way only –
Strangely, the world grows that way only!

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Written on 10th February 2014,3.00PM at Millbrae, CA94030
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