The Unsung Father

Long ago it commenced

This is the chronicle that reflects the

fine lines of the unsung

The bright blue and

the vast sizable figure

with neither beard nor moustache

The heart of whose goes beyond the

emerald blue and orange sea

It hovers on top of your temple

day in and day out

but you break to grasp its panjandrum

unless and until a flying utensil

passes off whose clatter is ample

to turn your head at least once

towards the father figure,

the protector, the 'sky'....!