Patriarch
reigned like a king
sending shivers down
the spines of his family members
the dictatorial trait
in him
his quick-temper
his authoritative tone
forced the members of
the family speak in
hushed tones.
His commanding power
stayed intact always
which made everyone
in the family obey
his ‘orders’.
Despite all these traits
each one in the family
as also those known to
him,
feared and respected him
till the very moment he
breathed his last.
Anyhow his death was
freedom to them
a sense of relief from fear
talks in hushed tones
whispers, the gentle dignified
silence
all melted away
like glaciers in summer.
But their respect towards
him stayed rock-like
as he remained still
the unseen patriarch.
Certain people are
like that,
no?
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