A Father. Poem by vaibhav vizard

He was sill carrying the wages of his son's dream in his down trodden eyes,
his eyes were totally exhausted with hot tears,
his hands were quivering with cold,
nothing in his hand he could hold,
his old bicycle was hardly running unless some extra force was applied,
his bag was carrying the last bread to quench the hunger,
his paper seeming body is too light to dare anything,
his eyes are a sequence of reflection,
where demands are less,
satisfaction is more.
He never pays any heed for his tattered clothes,
his all attention is for his family,
he is the slave of his dreams,
always passes it with immense modesty,
he walks with stressed steps,
so that his son can walk stresslessely,
he tries to recollect the scattered remainings for himself,
he is quite irresistible at night on the bed which is the most comfortable place,
his eyes are filled with compassion but he never experienced it in reality,
his life is something where pleasure is always spreadable and pain is always personal.
His spring lives in his son's happiness,
his festival is when smile girdles his family,
his confrontation with panic and suffering is common yet he is standing firm to face the consequence,
his belly may echo with emptiness but melody can be heard amidst his family,
his whimpering and whining is far from the ears of his family,
his presence will not allow a drop of tear to fall from anyone's eye,
his shoulder is enough potent to tolerate the burden of son's extravagance,
his face will not show a sign of denial,
as cell is the fundamental unit of life, father is fundamental unit of family,
as under god's epiphany we are prospering, in the same manner a family prospers under the divine grace of a father.
But my memory starts fainting and throat chokes,
my eyes feels bleak all around with whimpering heart,
when a father is look down upon and despised by his son,
nobody melts even after watching his pathetic condition,
such stone hearted offsprings are like a beast in beasts,
they don't know to cherish the divine form of god, that is father,
a father is a live and vibrant blessing of that almighty,
and his value can be obtained by an orphan,
his importance can be heard in the sobbings of a boy when deprived of his demands,
his cost can be seen in the eyes of a woman,
his love can be seen in the heart of a bride when comes the ceremony of isolation,
a father is someone worth worshipping,
let's make our father's life from simple to spectacular.