GROWING UP

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? 

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sketch & poem ©Sulagna Dutta, 2014