This is a love poem

This is a love poem

This is a love poem

This is a love poem on my GO(O)D Father,

An atheist who trained me to walk, A walking stick

Ensured my walk on my feet alone

Who complains now that I am a walking stick

That makes the user diffident with support.

 It is HE who made me a she,

It is he who made me a HE,

It is he who

Complains that I could not always be a HE,

It is HE who hadn’t ever complained

That HE had two daughters equal to twice the burden.

It is HE who made me a proud SHE forgetting all HEs around,

It is HE whom I wish to follow to be ‘a not to be’

It is HE, all my subjects: English, Politics

Logic, law and Lit.

All my langue: Time, Word and Action

My passion, I resemble;

I am sad, now a halfway house,  

My dear father, I am returning to you the you in me, that I cannot return.

I am sad..

This is a love poem.

Aswathi.M.P.

In memory of my beloved ever vibrant Acha ( M.P. Gopalakrishnan) passed on , on 2 February 2015( I wrote this when he was alive...)