As my dad came towards the cradle
to see me
ignoring my mom in total
she could see life and love in his eye
anger and alcohol has shown up
'red' in those all these days...for her to see
seeing me..touching my tender hands
feeling my face and hair
this rough man missed 'softness'
for the first time in his life
he stood there happy and confused
this intoxication was new to him
he could not stop coming to see me
he did come every day
he did start talking to my mom
it was about me..only about me
he learned to carry me from my mom
a thrilled dad he became
on the day of discharge
as he carried me through the corridor...
all people who knew him stood exclaimed
Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-part-three/
