THE BEST GOD COULD DO...

God remained patient when He made someone,
for He was neither creating moon nor the sun,
He concentrated until the work was done,
for the Creation was not just for fun.

He made 'It' just as to serve His role,
packed in flesh and blood he put the soul,
He didn't care to blink an eye,
just as He finished he let out a sigh.

Man found 'It' where on earth he lived,
he made 'It' the one he most believed,
they liked each other till life met the end,
and he named 'It' well as "my FRIEND".

In every person's life many 'It's come along,
but few of them surely stay for long,
these lines are written just for a gem,
the person who is reading is one of them.

FATHER’S LOVE….

On an afternoon one day after the lunch,

My father and I were sitting on the garden bench,

Neither I spoke to him nor did he speak to me,

It was a calm silence as one could see.

A moment later a sparrow flew down,

And sat on the trough put in the lawn,

I sat unaffected reading a book,

But my father gave the bird a look.

Not later, he disturbed my concentration,

He called me slowly and asked me a question,

He pointed to the bird and asked what it was,

I raised my eyes and looked at the grass.

There on the green lay the trough,

On which a brown bird sat above,

I replied the simple answer I had,

“It is just a sparrow, my Dad”.

I merely think he heard me say,

For he repeated the question the same way,

I must reply, I had no other choice,

But this time, in a graver and louder voice.

He didn’t wait to ask again,

As if my answers went in vain,

Or did he want to tease me so,

What is his problem, I didn’t know.

I thought if he was making me a fool,

The third time I replied, loosing my cool,

I repeated thrice in a row,

It’s a sparrow, a sparrow, a s-p-a-r-r-o-w.

He got up from his seat quietly,

And started walking into the house slowly,

I just stared at him as he went in,

I felt if I had committed a sin.

In few minutes he came back to me,

He held his personal diary for me to see,

He opened a page and asked me to read,

I asked myself, what was the need?

From the old brown pages of the book,

I could hardly read the blurred letters by a look,

It was what my Father wrote,

It was his handwriting, I did note.

“Today my youngest son and I,

Went to the garden nearby,

Seeing a sparrow he gave a pause,

And pointing to it he asked, “What it was?”

I said to him without hesitation,

“It’s nothing but a sparrow, my son”,

Twenty-one times he inquired the same,

I didn’t get angry on his game.

Every single time I answered his query,

I kissed his forehead and hugged him dearly,

Though every time he tried to annoy,

I hugged him feeling affectionate for the innocent boy”.

Slowly the letters became more blurred,

The reason was that my eyes watered,

I hugged my father and kissed his forehead,

I would never forget the words that he said.

(indebted to the original story "love your parents-video")