Father's Day

Father's Day

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I, when born
tender - soft - mild
sole support
in
the mother's throbs
her breast nipples
and the cradle of her arms.

With ever passing day
childhood , further
further and further
on the growth
I am now to sense and
realise more and more:
the mother has the resource
to depend upon and relay on.

Oh! the father, I salute you
you made a lady - a mother
the mother to nurture me:
a suckling baby, a toddler
a playful naughty child
an adolescent and then to be.

Father ! you bear
the shrill and scotch
of all weathers to fend
and supply sprit of strength
to the mother and the family
you with mother make the progeny.

© Arvind Shah 160624 Banglore