My dad, a man whom I have never seen smiling wholeheartedly,
A tension always lingers on his forehead as lines,
No Mattar how much I try to be like him,
I'll always ends up being a disappointment.
Only for once I saw those sparkling eyes with pride, but,
Now I try nevertheless to bring it back it can never come back again....
He is always earning, protecting, and taking out his anger on us in different ways but I know there lives a small child suppressed within him.
I know he tries his best to open but he can never,
He can never heal the heart that he has broken,
He doesn't know how much I try to gain his attention,
Sometimes by getting hurt or sometimes by making fun of Mom with him.
I always craved his love but he never got it so how can he share it?
Since his childhood, he has had the responsibility of being an elder son,
His mother never considered him and,
In the time of guidance, his dad was taken away from him by God,
He always tries to be a good son and brother but in all that he forgets how to be a good husband and father.
Even though he is paying my bills, taking this useless burden from the last 17 years but he misses his dad,
The grief of his own dad's absence halts him from expressing himself.
I always presume the reasons behind his harsh words but sometimes my reasons come to an end but his words don't.
Maybe one day I'll get to know this stranger who is my dad and he'll start considering these small feelings of mine.
Maybe that one day will come...
~saan
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Poetry | Saan's works
PoetryIt's my work. I sometimes pour out my emotions by writing stuff. They are not really poems but then again poems don't have any definitions. These are my works so don't try to post them anywhere else cause it's plagiarism.
