AG DAD

AG DAD

 

 

Hey dear AG daughter!

voices choke, visions blur

Being in anguish

me, thoughts relinquish

surges of urges vanish

strengths to pursue perish

to pen lines a few

on your dad and his rue

parting his sweet doll

performing his roles all

Apple of his eye will go

to start her own show

turning his Gudu in you

to madam Das…in a role anew

at a place to her foreign

in society to her alien,

kith and kin none known

she has to make them own

for Gudu a tough examination

whether can she deliver

being their only daughter

grown under caring shelter?

He gauged at last

the time has run fast

yesterday’s Gudu on his shoulder

today a family she will administer

obeying the law of nature

he has fashioned your departure

away from them

on you loosening their claim

away from their physical proximity

surrendering humbly to the Almighty.

A professor, a scientist are put on test

while parting you to your mission next.

Refrain he must to shed a tear

as shameful it is to a professor,

shameful to an educated man of modern-day

and shameful for a seventy-year-old man to cry

shameful to a scientist vying peers of the west

will laugh ar, the children yet to put on their vest.

But as the weakness of a worried father

the pain and torture he has to bear

endures he it with a smile

with his proven failure profile.

His time with you

within no time it flew.

repents he of his crime

devoting all his time

not to you bit to his job

Tell him “Dad that I love.”

To him, you are heaven sent

nothing equivalent man can invent.

Each of his reprimand to you

now he regrets on his review.

Go and tell him with motherly care

‘Dad those are blessings in your blare.”

His lunch and dinner

without you will taste bitter.

His sleep will disappear

no health advice he will adhere

neither medicine nor doctor.

Forget will he, his bath and prayer

without Gudu how can he think ever?

Dresses of a professor

were only known to her

befitting to every occasion

from lecture theater to a celebration

engagements social or official

Gudu was his secretary special

His thoughts and reflections

in his subject commanding adulations

owe indebtedness to Gudu’s little fingers

reliving him from the fears

that software juggleries pose.

to him, his Gudu did not expose.

When on failures of experiments

determined to give uo the assignments

dejected he used to return

at home, Gudu made the upturn

as a kid by the show of all her assimilations

later by Ishani’s consultation and consolation.

From ailments when the body suffered

on Gudu’s nursing pains and aches disappeared.

On his discomfort and fatigue’s frantic

Gudu and Ishani’s limbs did the magic.

Never erupted his volcano with your mum dear

being natural at times husband wife fight, bitter

you being the mediator used to give the order

binding on both that stemmed from any disorder.

Now take a promise from your dad

to your mother’s failure, him, he must clad.

Thoughts many be wandering in his brain

with a pretentious smile he behaves to be sane.

At his heart’s core cries Guru’s father

to back seat goes Ishani’s guardian and philosopher.

Go to him reverse the role of Gudu and her father

take him to your lap with lories wipe out his tear.

Promise him that you will never let him down

his moral teachings will always be in your crown.

 

P K Routray

in the service of Lord

 

(N. B  Gudu is the only daughter of Prof Dr L M Das my friend (bonded as AG a call since teenage) is going to be knotted in nuptial bond on 31/01/2020. With Affection and Good wishes, this is my composition on her father for her. Gudu now Ishani with her dad in the photo.)