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I Don’t Want To Be Me…

Art of Being Still

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15 June 2021, 09:14 PM

31°c , India

My Father

My Father

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From the day I was born,

A man would be my side every night and morn.


My first walk was watched by him.

My first word was heard by him.


My smile would bring him joy.

My pain would make him cry.


Every time I had a fight with you

I would sit down to think my flaws


We have differences between us that flare.

But it won’t strain our bond the one we share.


We still talk, like we used to talk before.

We still share, like we used to share before.


Your cooking makes me cry and singing agonizes me.

But I know it’s your love that you sing to me and fry.


The joy you must have had, holding me for the first time.

The joy seeing me walk on my legs for the first time.


I don’t know that joy but I always knew,

Your touch must have been a support to me.


Your words must have inspired me to do.

Every story has a hero and in mine it’s you



Akhilesh Math


Edited by

Lipi Gupta

Copyright: Akhilesh Math, 06/03/2018, 21:41 IST

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