puresmiles

I walk down through my memory lane, Not too far off, just till the day when I recognized you, Daddy, you are my hero in merry and pain, Your index finger that I held during the walks on dew, The little stories that you said of kings and queens, I remember even the whacks that you gave for my future, So many memories daddy, that has made me what I am now, Many a good things that you had for me went unseen, You are my first admirer for all the little poems I author, You have always been the source for me to feel endow. Daddy, you are my guide for me to learn this world, In every walk of life, I have felt your strong shoulder safeguarding, You have been with me whenever my dreams whirled, And always told me that there would be something better waiting, Dawn to dusk I have bathed in your love, Like a prodigal daughter unfathomed, I have brushed you aside, But yet like a guardian angel you have always bestowed blessings, You have always been there for me and so no one shoved, Dad, with you...

Dog and I have not much difference, Both of us stand waiting, Not for showers of rain, Or blessings from heaven, But for a piece of Dosa, That the small road-side vendor would throw, The anticipation was would victory be mine or dog’s, If it be dog’s, he would put it on the road and eat, If mine I would give to my kid there on the platform. Everyday this is my routine, My tough war with the brown dog, I have no strength to shoo him away, And grab the bounty thrown by the vendor, I leave my kid on the platform waiting with hunger, If a Dosa change shape or become burnt, Me or the dog is in luck, We wait eagerly looking at the vendor’s hand, There are days when the vendor never has a mishap, When both me and the dog curse our luck. Today might not be so, Praying all the God’s that I know, I was sitting along with the dog, Looking carefully at the vendor’s hands, For a long time there was no luck, Suddenly hearing the screech of the pan, I was assured a burnt dosa, With all concentration...