A FATHER THROUGH THE EYES OF HIS 
                         DAUGHTER
The signs of grief and pain,
Eyes which had deep insights of vein.
Leaning over a stick,
Walking with vexation,
I held his hands,
Which were shivering with agitation.
Tears rolled down his eyes,
Gestures turned generous.
Made me cry too,
Finding him voracious.
Trembling due to icy cold,
Extremely feeble and week,
He had nothing to say,
All his hopes were bleak.
Wearing torn pants,
And merely a cotton shirt,
His bare feet were,
Covered with filth and dirt.
His pensive state,
Simply signified his agony,
His life seemed nothing,
But a mere story of melancholy.
I don't know why,
What happened to me then.
I became empathetic,
Meeting this old man.
I asked him his address,
He replied nothing.
The picture was clearer,
He had lost everything.
I took him to my home,
Where I lived alone.
I made him seated,
He cried in a low moan.
I asked him,
The cause of his pathetic condition.
He simply gave a deep smile,
Tears in addition.
This reminded me of my past,
When I quarrelled with him for no reason.
And that, leaving deep impact on him,
Left him in bitter season.
This made him leave,
His own home forever.
With a resolute decision,
Which made him return never.
Recalling those days,
I heaved a deep sigh.
But unable to control,
Those days made me cry.
Anyway, I talked with this old man,
Waiting for his reaction,
But, I was surprised to see him,
Speaking through actions.
That instant, I realised,
The man is dumb and so was my father.
The moment left me dumb,
I was his only daughter.
His one hand in my hand,
Other on my head.
The day completely changed,
Me, My emotions, and My life ahead.
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