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.