
I remember the days
when you walked with me
holding my fingers tightly
to the nearby kindergarten,
With a tiny school bag
and water bottle around your neck
tiny legs in the tiny shoes,
You, a ever demanding child
with never ending desires
I, a penniless father
contended with life’s platter
trying to save for the rainy days.
Often, when I reached home
you were fast asleep
with toys and books spread
on the desk and the bed.
Your days of struggle
were my days of toil too,
testing time of our feelings
untold, unexpressed and buried !
Then one day,
I peeped into your room
admiring yourself in front of the mirror,
wearing my dress
as you stepped into my shoes,
My heart spread an inch
and it did pinch
for I realized late,
my tiny toddler was now little prince !
Your teenage days
with friends, good and bad
failed your exams
and wept and cried ,
Felt ignored and let down,
I stood watching helplessly
and cried not , for your failure
But ,when I just could not express my love
I failed as a father !
You slipped from my hand
like the sand of time,
slowly and silently
into the smoke of addiction,
I tried to persuade and convince
as I lost my prince
to failure and frustration,
Submitting himself
to the demon of intoxication!
My baby, my son
break the chain of slavery
free yourself from the prison
of death and depression
Your father waits with open arms
weak and tired,
ready to walk with you as a friend
towards the life’s dead end,
Where we can live with
fun and enthusiasm
for your single step forward
I will keep a thousand
to cover the loss.
My every action and words
were never meant to hurt you
but somewhere ,sometime
when you understand it
I may not survive and exist
still my love will persist
with my prayer for ever
in you ups and downs,
You are my head and my crown!
I was never rich
still without you a pauper
for your are my lifetime achievement
and my only wish,
for my life begins with you
and ends with your well being.
Close
drug addiction..... the worst thing is the social tags that are attached to such addicts instead of helping them out, society pushes them in darker holes......
a touching poem , the plight of a helpless father and a son, who is a typical teener, with his own convictions and limitations......
I can understand how a dad feels to see his son slipping into the abysses
touching poem...... I am sure this is just your imagination and not a true one.....
love
yashasvi
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This was very touching....both father and son seem to come alive. Nice to know that the ending was good.
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now if you beleive this.........................
then that father is myself and the child is my child
because it can happen to anyone.............................
drug addcition is a disaster not to the addict but to the near and dear ones.............
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dear womanslove
that child is me
father is my father..............
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OMG ajit..it was really heart touched write...I hope this is not real..May God Bless him
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thanks poonam for the comment and apprection
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I really feel good when I see your comment
I have not visited your blogs
will do it very soon.
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thanks sunkan for the comment and apprection
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thanks for the comment and apprecation
dr the end was good .................its about amy father and the son is myself...
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thanks sampath sir.............for the comment
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