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")