Thursday, August 4, 2011

Dedicated to my first love

He stands for all that’s good,
and for everything that’s right.
When life seems dark and dreary,
he stands as a beacon of light.
He’s respected by all who know him.
Loved by his family.
His honor is beyond question.
He’s a man of integrity.
 He stands as a great example.
The best anyone ever had.
He stands tall, above them all.
There he stands…My Dad.

Father is always considered as first love of daughter,followed by her brother and husband.well,that's what i heard and even believe so.I don't know why am i writing this,may be because of constant remembrance.I love you papa, i know you would not be reading this and no man, can ever ever take your place in my life.I know sometimes have been worst because of the disappointments i gave you and the non-talking scenario and when everything seemed to get back on had to leave us.I know its not your fault,you didn't wanted to leave us either.I miss you in every breathe i take because you and mom are reason of my existence,because you've been with me throughout everything and above all because you're my first love ever since i entered in this world..When i was a day old,your hands were the safest place to be there in for me and as i grew up i learnt trying to walk and your hands were there to catch me whenever i fell.I remember the evening scooter rides which i used to eagerly wait for everyday when you used to come back from office.From candies to toys,we three got everything we wanted.I'm proud to be a daughter of a person who didn't mourn on birth of three daughters.In fact everyone was amazed to see the grand celebrations on each ones birthday in n those times,when birth of baby girl in middle class family was not a matter of happiness.Daily morning,your scream used to wake us up to get ready for school and as you drove us to school,we never stepped back in stopping at confectionery for morning candies.Even after we grew up little and gained the senses,You were there whenever i fell sick.Running after me to take the tablets because you knew how much i hate them,i rather throw them in dustbin than gulping them down my throat.Whenever my grades were low,i used to walk to you first than showing them to mom.whenever my pocket ran out of money,you helped me without letting mom know and In exam days,you used to ask several times whether i kept pen,pencils and all those things which i will need during writing exam.From expensive school and trips to trendy clothes,you never said "no" for any of my demand.I know you're aware how much ashamed i were because i disappointed you by not fulfilling your expectations.I couldn't face you and which was further followed by anger and frustration.Then i cleared the very first step of CS,Even after i gave my exams in tough time.when mum went through major operation and it was you and di,who encouraged to appear for exam,when i was about to give up. I could hear voice choking with pride and happiness.very soon you agreed to send me out for studies when i insisted and in shaky voice you said "Be safe." There i were enjoying my life and out of nowhere i heard about your accident.Mom and didi hided,saying you're okay..Just some minor fractures and you'll be home in few days.I came to see you and seeing you on hospital bed shattered me.I was asked to go back and continue my studies..i still remember the last words on phone when you assured me you're alright and i said i'll be back on saturday...and the saturday came but i wasn't allowed to meet you..and the monday morning bought the disaster!


welcome to my world of poetry said...

I had tears reading both the poem and the tribute you wrote, you see my dad died when I was three years of age so can't remember him. I didn't have a role model of a dad and he wasn't there to give me away on my wedding day. I have very often wondered how different my life would have been had he survived, but I had a good mother whose love and understanding put me on the right road to life.


Komal Ali said...

Oh dear, it broke my heart to read this. It's distressing how our most loved ones leave us with only memories.
Don't keep any regrets. I'm sure he's proud of you.

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Being Pramoda... said...

Nothing left to say..tears out..sensitively written..

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

I actually don't know what to say..
I'm sorry to know about your father. I'm sure he is very proud of you.
Stay strong..
Sometimes the people we love a lot, have to leave. But, they watch over us. I'm sure your father is watching over you!
Take Care..

Nikita Banerjee said...

Fathers are amazing people. I cannot imagine living without my papa. I am sorry but you are going to be fine. :)

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Lucid is the word :) Nice.

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