When I was quite young, my dad gave me a gift…..a poem. It was an invaluable piece of advice from a father to his young daughter who had yet to experience life. I feel proud to say that I remember it till date by heart and feel happy to share it with you all.
Plain living and high thinking,
That’s what should be your aim in life.
Never daunted but ever ahead,
That’s how you can win in strife.
That’s only my advice
To you my little daughter
What more can you expect
From your dearest father.
My father used to write revolutionary poems in his youth. As a kid I remember he narrated for us lines from Shakespeare’s plays and we were like, ” Wow, dad is so good in literature.” Inspite of his vernacular educational background, it was dad whom we looked upto, or run for help with our English homeworks and assignments, especially grammar. He was like our proof reader, our editor. Even today I am scared to show my write ups lest he finds some mistakes. So inspired by my dad here is my first poem ever:
O’ blithe soul!
The envoy of peace
How blessed you are, indeed!
The blue sky is all yours, all birds your cohort,
And a carefree and blissful life you live.
Athwart the sea, over the mountains,
Beyond the horizon you fly,
Praising His creation, cursing man
You utter- fie human fie!
Indomitable, unstoppable, fiery you are
Unlike me, trapped in life’s mire.
I take a leap….fall…and lurch.
They consider me to be fluky
And are in praise at my fate
But they fail to see the sting,
Which i suffer and hate.
How i wish to fly like you!
to explore the splendor all through
to feel the breeze and touch the sky
and sing songs of love true.
But dreams are a sham
And man a mere marionette
His fate is in submission
And life an illusion!
Thank you! Hope you like it! Please try and overlook my mistakes, if any.
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