My Father

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



No picture I have in fact of myself with my father sitting or playing in his lovely lap, or cuddled in his arms nor his hands holding my tiny fingers on the way to the fairs. Yet I have him in my words, in my actions and deeds, In my thoughts on life, spirituality and metaphysics as he alone has taught me the philosophy of life, I adore him more In the sanctum sanctorum of my being, my soul he might not be knowing even I don't know much unable to fathom or measure the depth of how much he loves me how much I love him how much we love each other…

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Thanks for your wonderful words!@Kulbir ji :)

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
21-Jun-2016 04:54 AM

Bhaskaranandji,

Heartwarming!

My gratitude for sharing.

Kulbir
20-Jun-2016 07:44 AM