This is because Baba had asked me to pen down a poem for him…….
In the ambiguity between what to write and how to write,
Ruminating whether to write for you or about you,
Myriad thoughts gushing in my mind,
Colliding and resulting in concussion,
Trying hard to invoke my imagination,
And impress the unsolicited call of my creativity.
I still don’t know why I am doing this,I don’t feel like doing
Your rough coarse hands that have caught hold of my soft tiny fingers,
While I was delved in the joy of jumping-
From a toddler to a jubilant kid learning to totter.
I love the warmth of your long,husky arms
Serving me a refuge,a latibule,and a hideout to escape Ma’s admonitions
I wish you had lifted me up very often like you did in the childhood days-
Such sweet fleeting days have gone
Leaving me only with reminescences
The good old innocent days vanished
Replacing it with complications, intricacies and asymmetries.
Our propinquity has a cause-effect paradigm-
You see me blooming gracefully each day,
I too have seen your mutation from a tricenarian to a quinquagenarian,
I notice you flushing with confidence and valour,
Flourishing with prosperity and seulements,
Sleeky black beards and moustache fainting into grey.
I hate when you show your over-indulgence in me
The same me feels insecure when you deliberately perform your ignorance.
Last night you rebuked me for not having the unappetizing vegetable curry
Seems you have grown strict with your age.
I too turn splenetic at times.
You endure all my tantrums and nuisances.
You have yet not revealed your birth date to me and Ma,
Always trying to prevaricate and posing your oblivescence
Don’t you understand how inglorious it is for a daughter not aware of her father’s birthday?
Your infectious smile cherishes me,
Your powerful baritone gives me the urge to fight and counter-attack.
And I know this puckish daughter of yours is a source of trouble-
I promise to give you troubles, tensions,and worries,
In return for your unconditional love and sempiternal affection.
I know well that these rich and priceless gifts won’t fail to acknowledge you,
As I see you basking in the glory of fatherhood,
And you will continue to preserve all my incompetencies.
I’m not sure whether this piece of writing can be connoted as a poem. I know that only a father like you will read this insufficient expression of gratitude-a total rubble,you will reread this trash again and again and keep it with you as long as you breathe.