A Poem -Father

Sri Lanka
November 15, 2016 7:27am CST
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
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@jaboUK (55200)
• United Kingdom
15 Nov 16
Beautifully written. Your last line is heart-wrenching. So sorry you have lost him.
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• Sri Lanka
15 Nov 16
thank you very much Jabo @jaboUK. being honest this not my personal experience but I saw a family who undergoes these kind of hardships. most of the facts are not real. they are facts that i've imagined. thanks for your response.
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@jaboUK (55200)
• United Kingdom
15 Nov 16
@kevinakash Whether it's real or not, you've written a beautiful poem that had me believing that it WAS real - that's the sign of a good writer.
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• Sri Lanka
16 Nov 16
@jaboUK thanks dear. you are so generous. your valuable comments are real boosts to my poor writing attempts.
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