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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  • 2 years ago

    by Anamika Patil

    What a realistic poem.I love my father though he is no more.

  • 3 years ago

    by mossgirl19

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

  • 3 years ago

    by Kereen

    Touching piece

  • 3 years ago

    by yogi73

    A very thoughtful and well penned poem.

  • 3 years 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.

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