Fathers… the shrouded Samaritans
and a quint essential male epitome,
They are diligent and provide
their children with nutrition and a home,
Dads get up to work at the crack of dawn,
They have given toil, sweat and tears
just to make a living for us
since we were a newborn,
Papas are the ones who have made us whole,
For they have taught us different languages
from amid their perspicacious soul,
They are very patient and understanding,
And usually don’t give in to
wanton chidings and reprimanding,
You may quibble with me
that some fathers are too dogmatic and strict,
A good Abba goes into disciplinarian mode
only because he wants you to become successful in life is my reply and verdict!
Daddies are circumspect and intuitive,
and they want us to follow equity,
The attribute I like the most about them is that they accept both good and bad news with equanimity,
They take us for expeditions to different places of the world,
And are the ones from whom our wit and intellect has unfurled,
When we were but a mere baby,
They helped our legs and metacarpus bloom
just like the petals of a daisy,
Babas teach us how to accurately read,
And to every one of our pettifogging needs they paid utmost heed,
Pitaji spend their opulence on quenching our gratuitous and unimportant desires,
And guide us through life by cutting through the obfuscating and viscous quagmires.
So, to these multifaceted chevaliers, I have proposed this ode,
Every single one of them should be apotheosized and placed next to God atop his heavenly abode,
Oh, shrouded Samaritans, you may, be Tom, Dick and Harry by name,
But, in my heart, you ignite and kindle a perpetual flame…
August, 2024
