This is an incomplete poem. I tried writing this one after coming back from a recent trip back home. No matter how much I tried to think how this one should end, I just didn’t seem to know. So I put it up as it was ... hope some of you will try and help me finish it. Leave me a comment.
Father and Son.
Written on your face, I see
All the stories of your life so far…
All your thoughts and every muse,
That made the man – today, you are.
With your hand and on your steps,
That’s how I’ve learnt to lead my way….
And, with the light of your wisdom on me,
All my fears have steered away.
I’ve seen the world like you wanted me,
And wondered how I’ve so pensive grown.
I know you fear that I’ll float away,
Like a boat that sails the seas alone.
the last paragraph stands incomplete
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