A Poem -Father

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To turn smoothly, the stiff handle of life To ring the bell before troubles in life Just to paddle us ahead with your wife You repaired bikes not to race in life The oil-patched face glittered everyday When you see the results and used to pray I gave up everything without a delay After your decease, it’s hard to say. You never liked, here, to see my hands They’re turning grey and harsh like sand Every wheel every tire lined of woe Sobbing every minute “it was a hard blow” Screws and nuts never help me They are very stubborn, need your aid It’s our mother that laments over us An aging princess weeps in the kitchen