Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Poetry for my father

There is a shoulder which shouldered me. There is a savior who always saves me. There is a hand which is always craving to help. There is a friend who is always ready to listen. There is a guide who always simplifies my approach towards the world. He is none other but my father. Who possesses the prowess to resolve any matter even when I’m trapped in the clutter of problems. His shadow always protects me and his wisdom always benefits me.
Sonnet
Oh father you possess the prowess to solve any matter.
You seem to overcome my clutter.
You make my life smooth as butter.
You are the one who can pull me out of any endeavor.
I know you are always there for me forever.
Your hand shall never leave my shoulder.
You are clever.
You make me understand the world better.