[I am sharing my feelings for the two most beautiful and precious treasures of my life: My loving Mom (Today is her birthday) and my late dear Dad. Forgive me for such a non rhyming poem
Note - Here bold capitalized second person pronouns are for God]
O God, I never believe,
Have Question upon your presence,
But if the slightest is the possibility,
That You are!
With all my heart and the soul,
I thank You for the honour.
That I am a son,
Of two, whom I consider You.
Such a cynical world is Yours,
I find no rest and peace.
With my parent whenever I am,
The heavenly ataraxy I reach.
The security I may now feel with,
Billion dollars insurances;
Nothing is, if I compare
With the splendid childhood when,
I was in my mother’s lap.
The securest place on earth for a son,
Is nothing but his mamma’s lap.
Mother’s heavenly love so pure,
You envy us, that You don’t have;
I however blessed more than You;
That I have my wonderful mum with me.
My father is my other You,
My hero and my dearest too,
The greatest support a mortal can have,
Nothing else but father’s back;
The safest I may now feel with,
The strongest force of the world;
Nothing is, if I compare
With the splendid childhood when,
I held my father’s hand.
Can withstand the world, kid always feels,
If is sitting beside his heroical Dad;
I sympathize with You that no one is there,
To have Your back whatever be;
How lucky my childhood was, I realize;
Had always with me, my father’s hand.
The thought of his presence strengthen me,
Filled me with the confidence so high.
But You took away my heroical Dad,
I see Your jealousy of Father’s back.
The world may stand in my path,
May always be disagreed to me;
I know If I see my back,
My parents are always with me.
