Fatherhood Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Just spawning an offspring out of your wife's body; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about the poignant empathy lingering in your eyes; the astronomical pride deep in your chest; for your child.

Just conquering all the wealth in the world; incessantly chasing your aspirations beyond the realms of prudent control; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about walking shoulder to shoulder with your child; enlightening him about the unfathomable intricacies in the chapter called life.

Just embedding bombastic designation tags on your blazer; scurrying with untamed passion in your eyes towards the corridors of monotonous office; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about uninhibited sharing; understanding and profusely blending with the agony in your child's heart; to the most ultimate of your capacity.

Just greeting your progeny with a spuriously mechanical smile on your face; at the crack of dawn and every once in a while past the descending of midnight; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about supreme informality; bouncing and rampantly frolicking with your child; continuously inculcating in him the ingredients of a blissful existence.

Just dancing in meticulous precision with your unsurpassable armory of manipulative guests; guzzling opulent wine with a somberity befitting the kings; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about possessing the tenacity to shun the entire Universe for your child; cherishing all your wealth; ambition and desires; in the whites of his impeccable eyes.

Just discussing issues with your son with a pompous air in your voice; a colossal conference table dividing you ostentatiously in a single room; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about standing abreast your child in good times and bad; discovering his unfathomable myriad of hidden energies; to make him an
invincible winner in life.

Just putting a miserly advertisement in the newspaper seeking your sons spouse; targeting your bondage with families of status; blowing their wealth like baseless
cigar smoke; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about sacrificing a lifetime for your child's happiness; exploring that immortal love that needed to encapsulate his mind; body and soul.

Just signing an incomprehensible number of checks in a single day; browsing through the most contemporarily corporatish of business magazines; doesn't make you a
father,
Fatherhood is all about evacuating each droplet of blood that circulated through the conglomerate of your robust veins; to help your child manifest his every dream into a perpetual reality.

Just hardselling your cloudburst of ingenious concepts; astutely maneuvering through each hurdle of life to catapult to the summit of overwhelming fame and popularity; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about philandering with your child through the aisles of uncurbed freedom; reliving till times beyond eternity; those instants when you were an innocent infant.

And just addressing your son as son umpteenth number of times in the sweltering day; doesn't make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about living life higher than the clouds; making your child constantly feel as if in a land of enchanting paradise; ensuring that his spirits
soared more exuberantly than the angels; even after you had died