Father

In my days of early youth

You always guided me to some place

Undiscovered,

That is yet to explore.

You always offered your hand

And took me through the territories…

Sometimes, tired, sitting by the side of road,

I was taught the basics of dos and don’ts.

You were there for me always…

And never left me alone,

Till I could rely on my own feet,

Before I have a life of my own….

Whenever I out-stretched my hand

Yours I found, supporting my side.

‘Tis a long time since I can not

Feel that Midas touch.

‘Tis long past now,

That I extended to explore the unknown and uncertain.

Look, my hand remains all empty…

All cold…

No one grabs it now…neither in pains,

Nor in pleasure.

Can you travel back Father,

For me,

For once,

And take me with you

To your place, I never know?

Where placing my head on your lap

Under that “green-wood tree” you taught me

I shall have a sleep…undisturbed,

Unending….

And then, if I arise out of slumber,

Should you hold my hand once again?

That together we shall explore the place

Like before, like infancy….