My Dear Father at the Beginning of My School Days
It was a day of summer,
He was holding my finger,
And, that was a bright sunny morning,
For the first time towards school, I was going.
It was a day raining heavily,
And I missed my school bus unfortunately,
He took me within his arm machinery,
To send me properly within my school boundary.
It was the day; I got first time full marks in maths,
He kissed my forehead and gave me several hugs,
I was really happy and bright then indeed,
Like a new plant was originated from a dormant seed.
It was a day of the season of winter,
To stay at home I was wearing a sweater,
If I found in front his warm court covered lap,
I hardly interested to wear a warm dress and a head cap.
Published by SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA
I am a Zoologist and presently researching on the field of animal study in University of Calcutta, India ,and I published my works on different journals of Zoology, also I am a poet. View profile
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23 Comments
Post a CommentAnother sweet poem!
A poem that we can see and feel. Thanks for sharing one so personal and sweet.
Great memory and very sweet poem.
I'm am sorry for your loss. This is a wonderful poem and a lovely memory!
beautiful words about beautiful memories
Very lovely poem! It's good to always remember how our loved one live instead the other way around. Once again, a great poem! :-)
What a wonderful memory, and I too am sorry for your loss.
I'm sure your father is every bit as proud of you in the afterlife as he was on Earth. Well done!
Warm and comforting memories.
What a beautiful memorial to your father.