Dad

by Alex (alexis)



A brave soldier he was, my loving dad, the real hero brought teddy bears and chocolates to make me happy war stories, however, excited me much I too was a war-hero in my dreams a few I recollect though I was four then Many he killed for the nation, are numberless never had I expected one day he too would be downed by one too small I was but it was a rainy Sunday I remember a big crowd around the house cried all, sympathy and helplessness too Sobbing and crying of my mom I still can't forget "Dad is sleeping", she embraced me and pointed towards a big wooden casket everyone cried, I too, never understood why A portrait appeared on the wall suddenly she did it, my elder sister to console all One day I asked her, "When would dad come and give me a huge hug?" She said nothing, I could only see a river of tears in her eyes I now bury my face in the pillow, brooding I miss him badly, hug, presence I too have a dream to be a real-life hero like him

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31-Aug-2014

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Comments on this Poem

Very heart touching poem.Everyone is helpless in this matter that he has to lose his or her dad someday.We can''t do anything against God''s will.
It is our fate.We must take his unfulfilled works &
complete them.It will good service to him.A lot of
thanks for heartfelt emotions Alex Ji.

Nathmal Sharma
09-Feb-2015 12:32 PM

Thanks Madathil Rajendran Nair (sir) for your valuable comment

love and regards
Alex

shinojalex@gmail.com
02-Sep-2014 05:41 AM

Poignant nostalgia. Painful yet sweet.

madathilnair
01-Sep-2014 12:32 PM

Thanks Kumarendra Mallick for your kind and encouraging words!

Love and regards
Alex

shinojalex@gmail.com
31-Aug-2014 12:22 PM

A very nostalgic and heart touching poem. Yes, we all miss the gifts, the sweets, the hugs and the loving touch. But we inherit all these to gift away to the next generation. The river of flows...

Kumarendra Mallick
31-Aug-2014 11:26 AM