beacon

(This poetry is a work of my beloved friend Mithun Mohan, he is a true gem and a great poet! I thank him for allowing me to share this piece of art with u all)

A son's ode to his father,

like thousands before,

yet so different.

He's mine, not your.





My first day of life ,

the world felt strange.

But i didnt wait long,

I found a cradle in my daddy's arms.





The world was a sea ,

I was washed away.

A wind swept me back ashore,

Planted me on the ground.

From far away he winked at me, and said,

dont worry kid, ur pa will be around.



Time flew by,

The world asked me,

whos the greatest of them all?

Istood up ,and I stood up tall ,

It's my dad, I said.

Who else can it be?



I grew up, My Dad by my side,

The world had ambitions,

MY DAD was all I ever wanted to be.





The world was up in storms,

Agian I felt lost,

I saw a beacon and the road ahead.

His eyes were shining bright,

All I had to do was look.





I kept wandering, floating along,

when I felt lost,I looked back,

and the beacon smiled .

Reassured, I kept trodding on.





One day i looked back,

I saw the beacon dimming.

for the first time in my life,

I was scared..

I broke down, it was my only ray of hope.

I ran upto it.he smiled and said.

Just a fog kid, I'm still goin strong,

I'll be with ya all along.

Trapped

(I wish to dedicate this poem of mine to my elders who are fighting for good in Iran)

Razor sharp chills of the coldest night
I gaze at crescent behind the bars
Can air possess a murderous intent?
Whipped and molested by the cold rain drops
Again and again
A lip gloss of blood
And you said rains are pure?

I miss my lovely daughter, my husband
I miss you all
Oh Daddy! u once gave me a woolen jacket
To stay warm n cozy
I had mommy’s creams in my kitty house
And then u taught me poetry
I too recited it, flawlessly
With my chirping nine year old lips

Can you find me that tattered jacket?
Daddy, it’s really too cold here!

Oh n your poetry, Daddy
Please recite me a lullaby

I still don’t know what went wrong
For I don’t care
But I learned to fight a regime
Which should have never existed
Often wiped tears of the frown
Healed them with my feminine ointment
In the midst of a cunning abyss

Abyss awakened!
With its whips and canes it broke my back
Behind these cold ferrite bars
They caged my tender tissues
Isolated me from my rights
Threw me away from society

I breathe an air of sorrow
Its not comforting!
But at least it’s honest
For it can’t hide the cries of my tortured friends

A flickering bulb of a stupid jail
Intermittently tries to give a ray of hope
Cold walls
Empty stomach
No food from weeks
No lollypops

But I won’t cry
For I know I have a daddy
Who wants me to eat more
Be happy and dance
Who will buy me a new jacket

Hearts trapped in black robes
Need my care
Kids, need my lap

Here I am, all soaked
Waiting to get out, endlessly
Yes, this regime will break!
Rains will end with spring