MY FATHER

POEM

On a December night

my father appeared in my dreams.

Unlike his quick-temper, anger and impatience

while he was alive

he was happiness personified.

He used to beat me up

mercilessly either for my apathy

towards studies or for playing my mischiefs.

Anyhow

this  moment

he seemed cheerful on seeing me

he glanced at me askance

with a beaming smile

‘Child are you happy

and satisfied?’

‘Yes Dad, I am happy

and delighted, I am cheerful.’

Though I was far from

satisfied with my life on earth.

His eyes went moist

embraced me and

planted kisses galore on

my forehead and cheeks.

Before looking up

to see him with teary eyes

he had played a vanishing act….

Like a child glued to my pillow

I wept a lot

How long I can’t tell……