A Tribute
0My first memory of him
Was sitting in an arm chair reading……
It was his passion
Till his last days.
O, Papa, you always stood like
A silent tree,
Giving cool shades,
To my youthful days.
Never have I had a memory
Of you raising the weild of authority
To punish my childish pranks.
Your honesty and sincerity
I remember fondly,
How you were revered by one and all,
For your integrity and ever helping attitude.
Whether it be a social gathering or official,
You were the cynosure of all eyes and constantly
Surrounded by your numerous friends!
You were a protective light,
Guiding us thro’ life’s
dangerous paths.
You were so proud of our achievements,
And were a source of encouragement to your daughters.
And your doting grand daughter, never to be left behind!
You were a diligent captain,
Steering the ship of our family,
Against all odds,
To reach the shore of success.
With Amma beside you at all times,
You were the epitome of an ideal couple.
Your dignity,
Which you guarded in yourself
Like a treasure,
Will always teach me
How to live
What shall always be an impression
Deep in my memory,
Are those last moments of your life moments of your life,
When you said to me
That you had no more worries in life
And are a fully contented man!
I perfectly understand, Papa,
What you meant by that.
Papa, you gave us all
More than what a father ever could.
You indeed played a part of
A GOOD FATHER!
Papa, I am grateful to God,
For giving me a chance to
Play the part of
Your Daughter!
Veena.
This poem was written/submitted by veenadamodar.
