...in the abode above.
While his world lay rendering its facets reek
annoyed with his mind’s haywire squeak
the man flings the bottle alongside
winking those eyes last night long cried
father, tell me what cuts your heart like knife,
am I the cause of your unwholesome life
I wish I weren’t born this day
to see you mourn your life this way
son, I too wish u weren’t born to me
wouldn’t see your face with that long evaded glee
I failed to give you the luxuries I promised god
I can’t see my child suffer, oh my lord!
I lost the money and I lost the world
I lost your mother to the man I abhorred
I fought with all the might I had
But could not get her, my fate as well sad
I determined to earn, and give you a life spruce
I fought with all the muscle against the plan abstruse
But, with every effort I make, my kid
The wicked plan above gets no placid
Father, I love you for what you are
To love you, I don’t need a house and a car
I have seen how your heart turned blue
And seen your love all this time, for me, grew
With every effort you made my winner dad
You came closer to the god I had
You have been my almighty and my deity
For no massive money could ever ever key
The bottle you drank last night grime,
had a little venom mixed with the wine
I kill your body to free the soul I love
For all gods need to dwell in the abode above.
annoyed with his mind’s haywire squeak
the man flings the bottle alongside
winking those eyes last night long cried
father, tell me what cuts your heart like knife,
am I the cause of your unwholesome life
I wish I weren’t born this day
to see you mourn your life this way
son, I too wish u weren’t born to me
wouldn’t see your face with that long evaded glee
I failed to give you the luxuries I promised god
I can’t see my child suffer, oh my lord!
I lost the money and I lost the world
I lost your mother to the man I abhorred
I fought with all the might I had
But could not get her, my fate as well sad
I determined to earn, and give you a life spruce
I fought with all the muscle against the plan abstruse
But, with every effort I make, my kid
The wicked plan above gets no placid
Father, I love you for what you are
To love you, I don’t need a house and a car
I have seen how your heart turned blue
And seen your love all this time, for me, grew
With every effort you made my winner dad
You came closer to the god I had
You have been my almighty and my deity
For no massive money could ever ever key
The bottle you drank last night grime,
had a little venom mixed with the wine
I kill your body to free the soul I love
For all gods need to dwell in the abode above.
posted by Smita Khanzode at 3:05 AM
4 Comments:
great work!!!
i wasn't aware of the fact that you are turning into a great poet.
I liked the way in which the stanzas were placed & I was shocked to read the end part.
& I must say that I should have started reading ur blogs from the starting, & after reading this poem, I wish like reading each work of urs.
great going smita...
WELL DONE Smita!! Every time I read your blog I find u as a better poet :)..This one is really very touchy….especially the end part...Amazing...Keep it up...:)
This one is awesome. This is what distinguishes your poetic skills. Amazing thought, pal!!! And beautifully structured.
Feelings of son and forlorn father so perfectly came out.
And the end is really shocking.
Heart stirring poem..
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