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Rathna Nagaraj

Drama Classics

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Rathna Nagaraj

Drama Classics

Radiant

Radiant

2 mins
160


My mother is lovely to my dad

She is his heart and soul

Even my mother is fond of him

      He is an affectionate son

      A respectable son in law

To his left and right he shoulders

His brothers and sisters

To such a man 

My brother is the pedigree

    

    Dad doesn’t mean a provider of means

      He is an undiminishing bowl of affections

      My dad my only lovely dad

      My hands within his hands

      A well protected bondage

      No sooner I see him

      I run towards him he lifts caress me

      My body feels a pleasant moment

 

 Every day he brings something or the other

  Every now and then toys and gifts

  When he doesn’t bring anything

  I am annoyed that he has forgotten me

  Later he consoles and kisses me

  It is so sweet I enjoy it

                                             

 His lap is reserved to me as chair and table

 When I stamp his legs which 

 Had freed his legs from his shoe

He is relaxed and insist to repeat it 

 

When they say, if the girls resemble their father

They are the fortunate ones

At that moment I feel two horns grow on my head

Nick named me as proud peacock

Knowing well that dad is behind me

I become bold and dashing

So that boys dash away .

 

He cried when I left to my in laws house

Which increased my pain

He played with his grand children

He is aware that, he is being loved

By everyone in the family

But he is not aware,

That my fatherless friend struggle

 To a father less child life is like

That of salt water of the sea

No! He is a sweet water

Of the well in the compound of the house

No corona can drill his health .



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