Wearing Father's Pride

I wear my father's shirt

And the dignity,

When the dusk appears dark

Reflection over mirror forms portrayal

In the boxes of parallel illusions.

I step out myself little from the oblivion

While followed by the shadow of warmth

Myriad springs pitched by the essence of vitality

In palpable battles of bliss and prosperity.

I wear pride over my membrane

With little patting and hands over shoulders,

Accompanied by the faith

Praises over the accomplishments and support in defeat.

I wear pride in my veins and existence in my tone

A delighted double helix when I'm called by my father's name,

Near the old lane, he fights for me every day

There are pronunciations a lot though the emotions same.

I wear pride in my inherited chromosome

With lashes of swirling blossoms in my vessel

I do possess the heart of a euphoric realm

With the aroma of dignity.

I wear pride

Holding his fingers in my fist

Walking wobbly I acquire his resilience.

He lives his childhood in me and I,

I wear pride and ornaments of bliss,

I wear dignity,

I wear his name.