My Father, MY Biggest Friend

My dad took great care of me sleeping so close to me

He would not sleep flushing my thick hair lullaby cooling he:

When fifteen he saw me in a desolate mood he wondered

My sweet boy what irks you tell me I will soon bring it sure

Feeling lonely short I am of good loving friends feel I demure:

Why dear sonny feels so panicky am I not your close companion

Get you ready we are soon going to Sadar’s CAPITOL to see Nadia’s ‘Champion’:

In the best of Karachi’s school he hesitated not getting me admitted

Back to home telling me to come to Bolton Market he eagerly awaited:

Soon apples and grapes and chocolates Tola Ram brought on small table

“Enjoy my son Yashi to your heart’s content sure you will be strong and able!”

When eighteen I was busy working for my Higher Secondary till late night in Delhi

When I could not sleep and it was late one-fifteen my eyes were sick and blotched so ugly:

He massaged my head with almond oil and kept wet buds on my eyes

Thereafter I do not know when I had fallen in deep sleep as child cries!

During my post-graduation he sent me fabulous amount in insured cover

I was in St John’s hostel and I was well-known as a royal Prince dad’s lover:

When at any time tears fell from my eyes on my rosy soft cheeks

He soon with his hanki wiped off ‘Be brave boy you are not a tender girl delicate freak:

Fight as a brave boy with adamant courage like Maharana Praatap a hero of Amazon

You are not born to become a weak handicap with hurdles of whole horizon:

At twenty-eight my dad sat solemnly sadly on the sofa and remained just quiet

Recollect that old times he I thought was worried about my marriage due since long

He could not sleep and sighs got emitted murmuring ‘Oh Lord gets Yash

Married my worries tongs:

Saw I not my daddy friend not with me but has gone to Heaven three decades back

I too have tried to be my son’s best counselor back

And friend but still not so good as my dad I sadly lack!