My Father

He used to go in the dark early morning
towards the well, down the slope of the hill
to view the depth of the well in detail
and learn how could it lift the
height of the hill to this scale? 
 
That is why, touch of his fingers 
like depth of the well
had a great thrill
when he sent me to school
his blessings were as high as a hill. 
 
All his smiles and happiness 
surrounded my shallow existence
I was amazed by depth in his grace.
To make me laugh
he used to perform child-like faces
by such pretence
to sow seeds of maturity in me
now I can see the childhood
of maturity of that innocence.