Swapan Deep Singh
Fathers' Day - Poem by Swapan Deep Singh
I could see a unique gleam on my father’s face;
It was shining like a star, shining like hay.
But what for was he happy?
He was happy coz it was fathers’ day.
Although I had presented him a small painted pot;
But for him, a gift from his own son meant a lot.
He smiled at me and thanked me;
And I closed my eyes as I thanked the Almighty.
I thanked Him for giving me such a father;
Who gives me love and affection;
Who teaches me to attain contentment and satisfaction.
A father is a father; he may be rich or poor.
But every father in the world is rich;
Rich by his heart;
Rich by his emotions towards his family;
Loving to his child, just as my father is to me.
And when I opened my eyes and started to blink;
A horrifying thought struck me and said, “Think! ”
Think of those children who don’t have Dads;
Their lives are difficult and sad.
I prayed for those fledgelings like children who don’t have fathers to teach them how to fly;
They weep, they shout for their fathers, but He doesn’t seem to hear their cry.
I left aside this thought and lay on bed as;
I thought of my father whose face was shining like a star today.
Just because I had given him a gift on fathers’ day.
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