I have held my dad's finger to grow up,
I have talked in sound trait,
I have Messed Up his Ironed Shirt,
I have soiled his dry clothes wet.
I felt his warmth during the winter,
I felt his cold in his absence,
I felt his slaps in my mistakes,
I felt his happy tears in my success.
Today, I am Equally Tall,
Today, I am Grown UP Man,
Today, I am Tuff & STRONG,
Today, I am swift, I RAN...
My dad has grown OLD now,
He Grows Worried sometime,
He Scolds me, but cannot slap my cheeks,
He silently cries, every night time ...
Did I ever Heard his SOBS?
Did I ever Felt His Heart?
Did I ever know how lonely he felt?
Did I ever ask how he was, when I was APART?
sketch & poem ©Sulagna Dutta, 2014