A Father’s Prayer for the Scion
Man’s yearning for the distance haunts
The bewitching bird flaps its wings afar.
A man in white beard longs for the cuddle
The creations of the relation is god gifted.
Their nearness evokes the gutsy presence
The absence infuses in us the alienation!
A pant of empty rush rills down the stream
A kind touch is an effervescing fizz.
The filial affection rues for their well-being
Let the benison endow such creatures!
Each of us needs a winsome day in the end
A healthier form replaces the godliest gift.
While eating their activities chokes my throat
Very banal occurrence yet a unique purgation.
For the greatness lies in the feel of smallness
An eye glistening with brine water costs a ton!
The distance swims fast for the catch of warmth
It fills my mind with the spatial emptiness of love.
© Basudev Paul
