Growing up is fascinating, especially when you
have someone to look up to….
As I dig from my
memory’s vault
--chronicles glide by
Delights
of a happy past
gush
forth like a frothing river
-warm, intoxicated memories!
Dear Baba was a loving soul
He formed a firm foundation for my life
Reached out, when I needed him most as a child
His style of
working, storytelling, care taking,
stand like graffiti ...
.....from where I fetch inspirations,
Soundlessly,
a scarlet light still burns inside me
Intuitively,
I place my hand on the cheeks.
I see they are still wet...
A gentle
father lived his life…and left
---traveled the eternal...
whatever is now deposited as memory's GOLD
Gives meaning to my existence
Not extinction-but fullness
**Baba- Father. There are many
more things I could tell about my beloved Dad. Simply put, he is the best man I have ever
known.
This is such a loving and inspiring poem about your father. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI am happy you liked this, Hannah. Thanks for coming by... :)
Delete''Growing up is fascinating, especially when you have someone to look up to…''
ReplyDeletevery well said :)
I love your poem. That's exactly like dad and me ^_^
Thank you for your comments, Simran. Glad to see you here after a long time.... :)))
DeleteNot extinction-but fullness
ReplyDelete- what a beautiful line that points to all your father fulfilled with his life.
Much love.
Oh, thanks a bunch, Claire...I am thrilled by your visit...:))
DeleteA beautiful tribute to your loving baba.. well penned!
ReplyDeleteLovely to see you here... thanks, Sanaa.. :))
DeleteThat frothing river and the graffiti are stunning and remarkable images. Living images. They make me want to enter them and see the golden images which bring tears still.
ReplyDeleteThat was a special prompt for me, Susan...I enjoyed writing it. I am glad you liked the images..: Thanks for the visit... :))
DeleteIt is a most amazing gift, to have had a father like him, Panchali. It sets up a little girl's life so well, so that she knows she deserves to be treated as well as her father treated her. In our family we have been short of father figures. But my grandpa and my uncles were such good men, thankfully.
ReplyDeleteAppreciation is valuable when it comes from a someone we respect... permit me to feel elated.. :))) Thanks Sherry!
Deletethe beautiful memories take me back to my own father...fathers are that wise old tree giving shelter, shade and life....a heartfelt tribute Panchali di....
ReplyDeleteOw...I am sure, Sumana. .. may He live in you always. :)) Thanks a ton!!
DeleteBeautiful....such a blessing.....it is nice to read you after a long time.
ReplyDeleteSreeja!!!! ....You have made my day... I am so pleased to have you here after a long time.... :))))
DeleteThanks a bunch!
Not extinction-but fullness - such a wonderful end line...yes if we are lucky all the good given to us carries on...beautiful and touching
ReplyDeleteI wish I had words to convey my pleasure at seeing you here, Jae. Your comment is most cherished... :))
DeleteThanks a ton!
And always a pleasure to see you at my place too..thank you
DeleteGreat poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Meisner! :))
DeleteNot extinction-but fullness. This line is so soothing and sums up the relationship and reverence you have for your baba.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Kalpana for your lovely comments. So good to see you here after a long time.... :)))
DeleteA Beautiful write--love love pours through each line
ReplyDeleteWhat is wonderful to me is that there were in fact so many good fathers like this, all over the world. :-)
ReplyDeleteSweet memories of a loving father
ReplyDeleteAn eloquent tribute you only can make in your choice and tantalizing words.
ReplyDeleteHe must be watching over you and feel so proud reading the lines. What could be a better gift in life than having a pillar like father? :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tribute to a great father! Lovely poem.
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