A Father

by Mahesh Kachare   Nov 26, 2016

Every time, ignoring the loveliest heart of father
Poets and Saints have only praised the mother

He becomes a supporter to his son and daughter
But, in old age, no one give him a glass of water

Like a bull, he takes away all tensions on his arms
So, how and when can he do the irrational scams?

As a father, to sorrow, he doesn't give attentions
When he is suffered by sorrow, he never mentions.


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  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Wow. This is very true. It's an eye opener. Great write!

  • 6 months ago

    by Kereen

    Touching piece

  • 10 months ago

    by yogi73

    A very thoughtful and well penned poem.

  • 10 months ago

    by Mahesh Kachare

    Father is the roof of our home. My father died but I use to cry every night but think till that he is around me. I love my father very very much.

  • 10 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    True, fathers are like pillars, a stone, a hero and the giver of all that the family needs. Yes we always praise the mother because she is always around us and sometimes fathers don't give that much time or they don't get time. But I always say no matter what make time for the kids no matter short or long that is what they remember.

    Nice write.

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