Under whose shades
The anger of my youth,
The colour of my dreams,
The ambitions of my life-
Took a twist, a historic turn?
From a shy young boy
To a daring spirited man,
From a timid, confused toy
To a Do-Anything-, I-Can
From a helpless, aimless lad
To a spirited divine being,
From a restless reckless mind
To a nesting, blissful king,
You made a hero out of zero,
A real hero out of me.
Oh Papa, my dear father
To my land of disillusioned air
And polluted tongues
And deafened ears
You brought me
A planet of safety,
A sky of dreams,
An ocean of tranquility,
A galaxy of friendly souls
Who sing songs of liberty.
My life is but a bud of fire,
An aspiring glow
Under thy shadow.
My life is but a bud of fire, An aspiring glow Under thy shadow. Thank you poet for shared a wonderful poem.10+++++
From a shy young boy To a daring spirited man, From a timid, confused toy To a Do-Anything-, I-Can Nicely penned ode to father. Thanks poet. 10+++
You made a hero out of zero, A real hero out of me. A real ode to a great father. Thanks poet for the sharing. 10++++
A beautiful poem of tribute to a father to whom one owes much of what one becomes. Rated 10
You made a hero out of zero, A real hero out of me. Yes father builds us from within. Nice poem. 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My life is but a bud of fire, An aspiring glow Under thy shadow. Beautiful ode for your father. Thanks for its sharing. 10++