(A poem for my Father. I hope you like it.)
Can you beat the aging wave
That seems to carry you?
How odd it seems, how you behave
Like a summer that kills the dew!
Your voice has slipped off the Cliff
And breaking down in embers.
You look weary, a little sick
But you hide it in the dark chambers.
How I wish the man you were
Far back in those early pages.
How I wish the eruptive glare
Somewhere lost in the way as
We walked the same journey
Together with an inseparable bond.
It is now but slowly leaking;
Wondering to where it might abscond.
We don't do the evening walk
Or go around in some place,
Like a planetarium or a park
As we used to back in those days,
Spend some time with us
But I am not a good hope,
Trip and travel in a public bus,
Like rowing a lovely canoe.
Now, it frightens my inside
Jerks my soul, asking me to awaken,
Realize- nineteen years had gone by,
Realise: 'what is at stake'!
the fear seizes me in it's arms
Of a day when you will lose
Your strength to time's 'decharms'
And the true heir will choose-
The destiny for the years to come
The heavy crown of eldership, I am scared to conform
My mind may not bear the kingship
How could I perform?
Wouldn't I be a swine rather
Then being the wrongful heir?
For if never did i make you feel better
No success be proudly declared.
Yet can you beat the aging wave
That seems to carry me
From a misty-cold winter rave
To a scorching summer's fertility.
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
