Father (Appa)

From the day he became aware of my arrival,

He carried me in his head and heart and still. 

His creative head would have worked like pro In fantasizing his little creation.

He might have taken policies, insurances, saved money, What all!

He would have dreamt of me in his shoulders.

He would have conquered all the complications with his love.

He would have embraced the sonography report a zillion times.

He would have dotted me to feel the breeze of his heart -

Amongst the warmth of the uterus. 

Then I was born with little hands and legs,

Right Fingers as little as his anger,

And legs as negligible as his hatred (nill).

Left Fingers as big as his heart. 

And legs as big as his humanity.

He must have been satiated,

Seeing me smile amidst the disability.

But he found dis as derrogative 

And accepted me as the most able. 

He gave me the real reason of living,

He taught me to love, that hatred fails hypnotizing you.

He taught to walk, he taught to fall, he taught to fail.

He stood by handling me when I was worst. 

He is my friend, enemy, the only reason 

I believe earth is heaven, life is precious. 

When I suffocate without breath

His love holds me to breathe.

I mock at him, at times hurt. 

But he is the only man who can affix a million broken pieces of my heart.

He never misses a chance to express.

If tears were a measure of love,

I would have built a sea, saline but divine.

He left me to win and lose my battles,

He lets me cry in despair and dance in joy.

He lets me fly in sky and sink deep in soil. 

He threw me in the lap of nature,

Praised me when I climb mountains with wounded legs.

He showed me the lessons of empathy.

Stood by when I ignored sympathy. 

I know he is far beyond than what I deserve. 

He says I am his best gift,

I know he is a gift to everyone who've passed by him.

The ink in the book is spread,

Tears are competing and words are dead. 

Love is what my father is, Life is what he teaches. 

Thank you for making me a part of you.

I love you not more than the debates I have with you.

I love you not more than your irritating habit.

I love you not more than your sense of humour.

I love you a lot more than I actually express!