Fathers, the men who are like a pen
We never can see whatever is going on inside them
But suddenly that pen is finished and then?
Fathers, the men who try hard for the pleasure of their family
They just want the less for themselves because of the comfort of their children
Looking forward to spend a day with his family in a place that is hilly
Fathers, the men who justify the wishes of their children to their own wishes
They just live to see the victory of their children and family
But their life sometimes is as short as the golden fishes
Fathers, the men who are noble, they leave their tired face out of the house's door
They came in with a happy face, but we know they are tired from inside
We know that they are sad from the core.
Fathers, the men who listen to the pain of family members
People who are powerful to solve the problems and hard conditions
But no one has the ear to understand them; they just talk with the embers
Fathers,
Warm and kind people who never bother
Fathers,
Who are unique in their way, after them there is no tother
Fathers,
Are the men who are like the kind brothers.
This is a good work, great meaning a nice tribute to all the real fathers out there
Great job! You must be a good son of a good father.Because of your poem, fathers' gratitude is more grateful.Thanks for sharing this.
I like your poem Ellias. Nicely expressed viewpoint of the man of the father. I would agree with your assessment. I don't know if you yourself are a father yet, but it sounds like you had some great role models to observe. I was not aware of the word tother. In the US, we don't use that term, so I had to look it up...other. Well done. Thanks for sharing.
Ellias this is for me the best piece of work I have read from you so far, it is beautiful, understanding and from a perspective not many writers approach so I salute your skill and imagination for expressing this truth about so many good men. Amazing work! ! ! Your friend Jon
Beautifully said, Ellias. Wonderful poem. Fathers, we often only fully realise what they mean when we have to miss them Excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes u r right like always, we all from sky but in different weather