Father's Day Poem by arvind shah

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