I am writing this from heaven
To you my beloved children
On this World Father’s Day
The things I long wished to say.
This disclosure is not to give you pain
But wisdom I wish you to gain
From the way I lived my life
For you, hiding all my grief.
I stood like a banyan tree.
Under me you lived carefree
While my trunk was rotting in the core
With the strains of the burdens I bore
With a large family to feed
And many a financial need
With the rest and nourishment I lacked
For I starved much, behind your back.
I fed you and dressed you well
Sent you to ‘A’ class school
Raised you always stretching my reach
So that it appeared I was rich.
To earn more to meet obligations
To God I made supplications
He showed me ways of extra earning.
They kept the candle’s both ends burning.
Famished body I veiled in darned dress.
Anguished mind burdened with the stress
And strains of struggles to cope with demand
In feigned joy I concealed. You didn’t understand.
With strong will I endured.
My wife’s appeals I didn’t concede.
But my body thinned and failed.
Unwillingly and untimely I died.
But soon you honoured me indeed
By the positions you have struggled and reached.
So, for my sacrifices I am not sad.
You’ve rewarded me multifold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem