The Shield of His Endearment

The Shield of His Endearment

The sugar coated castle my father built for me

My sunflower days of childhood and adolescent,

Beckoning all light that could pervade luminosity in my life

And in his canopy of warmth and assurance all sunshine was prevalent.

But irony of fate had its strategy

For his span of life was getting delicate

Like quiescent autumnal clouds gliding in aimless transition

His emaciated days were trailing to some uncouth estate.

 

I still recall his summon, asking me to mature before season

But l stood sequestered on the arid strand missing his raining love

And life to lead for a reason.

Life itself is a wonder, where every step is entwined with enigma,

To proffer the mysteries in its trove, is our true charisma.

Our entity emanates from flesh and blood and in onus it deflagrates

When life meets with eventide, in ashes its episodes dissipates.