An ode to a father from India
Happy Father’s Day to a father
Who was absent when I craved for him
Back then in my days
This relation was rather growling and grim
In india a father was so rough a wall
Neither you can break nor can see through
And I too had a father who never said that
I love you
He did of course
But under a suffocating cultural force
He never hugged me,never took me in his arms
He didn’t say that I m with you when
I was struggling with my stupidest qualms
And he was used by my mother
as a police to scare me when I wanted to go free
I often struggled to solve this puzzle
Was he behaving The way a father supposed to be?
But I still developed a bond with him
Perhaps because We shared together
Really something which was precious!
Or it was blood! Or Perhaps because
more than him I was conscious
Of my role as a daughter.
Perhaps because I had to love him
By my nature I was bound.
This is a tribute to missed conversations
To an Unheard sound
To lost pearls of a relation
which could not be found
By me and by many around .
Indu Bana