Father's Luck My Fortune Poem by Nivedita Dutta

Father's Luck My Fortune



Hand as big as yours

Could ever break me down

Evil of me to imagine

Nowhere but in your palm

Lies my fortune

Never in the scorching heat

Did you melt down

But my swollen eyes

Set ablaze

That no rain can extinguish

Considerate I'd picked

To giggle

But no mask can conceal my face

Resting in your arms

I'd learnt

Darkest hour of the night

Can lull me to sleep forever

If devoid of your graceful ways

Days would've been a bit longer

To sustain

Had your place been void

God; mercy enough to grant

Me to rest on your lap

Till the last beat

I hope, hence living

Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father daughter
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