Father's Love Poem by Muhammad Umair

When a son is an infant,
father will put him on
his shoulders, put him high
in the sky, and let the cool breeze
kisses his cheeks; when the son
stumbles and falls, he will hold
his tiny fingers and teach him how
to walk. He swaddles the son in his
wings and keeps an omniscience eye
when he is not nigh.
But
anger seems to supplant love
when the son grows up;
when he now falls, he is met
with stringent ignominy;
the father rarely, rarely holds his hand;
oh, truly, the son cries too
much unnoticed. The father's omniscience, now,
lacks even his presence. His lovely laughter, now,
echoes horrific rage. As he yells, silence suffuses
upon the whole house. The son, deep inside, starts to
hate him.
But
when the son becomes a father,
he realizes that each time his son rises,
he applauds for his son the loudest; he hugs
his son, and when he does, he hugs him the safest
and tightest hugs; he watches his son cry surreptitiously so as to make him strong. He now knows that he yells across rooms and halls so as to teach his son how to behave. He, now,
fathoms that the only person who wants his son
to succeed more than him is none but him. He, now,
loves his father dearly, and everywhere his eyes lie,
but finds only his son and heaves out a deep sigh.