My Father (Elegy In Verse) Poem by Muzahidul Reza
My Father (Elegy In Verse)
From my cradle up to he breathes last
Being a shadow against the sun,
A brightening star from the dusk,
The real glorious at dawn
The man who dearly clings to me
And becomes the worst sufferer
At my any failure
Is my father.
I found him with integrity in mission
Expert wright of moulding best,
Instructing reality of life in vision
As dearest and nearest
At gloom, plight and danger
Who would ease with delight
To keep pains far
Is my father.
A man of earth on earth that he was
Countryside reflected on his face
He passed almost eight decades
As simple, unostentatious
Amidst the plain, soft, hard nature
With mutual feelings and care
Now who is so far
Is my father.
He showed great sympathy from heart
For the harmless and little creatures
That was either at sorrow or in mirth
Accompanying with cares;
So they were seen at grave yard
In mourning on him for hours
Losing whom forever
Is my father.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/4/2016
A truly beautiful heart-felt ode to your father. Great job! ! ! He would be proud! Thank you for directing me to it, Muzahidul.
From my cradle up to he breathes last Being a shadow against the sun, A brightening star from the dusk, The real glorious at dawn full of wisdom,10
May he R.I.P. Amen. It is constantly tragic and very sad when a nearest to you dies. My condolences still.
Baeutiful and so honestly told. I like your style, Muzahidul! A 10++++++++++++ God's Blessings!
From the Elegy your father is clear to all that he was a great and well person, we pray for him, thank you
He showed great sympathy from heart For the harmless and little creatures That was either at sorrow or in mirth Accompanying with cares; So they were seen at grave yard In mourning on him for hours Losing whom forever Is my father. so, so great
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From my cradle up to he breathes last Being a shadow against the sun, A brightening star from the dusk, The real glorious at dawn The man who dearly clings to me And becomes the worst sufferer At my any failure Is my father. greatly written