Father And Daughter

The love between Father and Daughter is Strange but Perfect.

Father And Daughter

On lovely warm days,
Bright and breezy,
Father and Daughter, We
Walked the trail-
A lovely place- Green, yellow and beautiful.
I held his finger all along,
As I took little steps,
One at a time,
And he would walk slowly-
Slow enough to account for my pace.

And thus humming to himself,
Or answering curious questions,
Or laughing happily over something,
In a manner that made me smile,
He walked,
His finger never parting with my little palm.

And once, I remember-
A bright autumn morning-
All yellow and entrancing,
Upon the narrow path,
I brushed my leg against a bush
Which I had failed to notice-
Myself being lost in the hues of a Colorfly.
The thorns tugged at my little skirt,
 And scratched my bare leg.

Papa was telling of oaks and water springs,
Full of smiles and musical laughter.

I stopped- Then he noticed.
I looked at his face.
The smile soon faded,
The handsome happy face,
Slowly turned grim with worry,
Creases appearing on his forehead.
It was a bit strange.
I wasn't hurt,
And I didn't even wince.

Down he knelt and took my leg,
Untangling my skirt carefully.
With both hands he caressed my little limb,
So gently that I was surprised,
For I had not expected it,
 From sturdy hands as his.

He looked at me,
Kissed my forehead, and asked,
"You, okay?"
His tone was tense.
I was confused,
"Of course, Papa",
And he nodded.

All that day he was silent and lost,
And seemed troubled,
As if some sudden thought gnawed at him,
From inside.
I never understood it at all-
I was too young then.

But now I know-
How the heart of a father loves!
And beats for his Daughter.
And this love knows no ending,
As after years of giving it away,
He still has more!

Yes, now I know.
I know when I see his face
As he hears of my troubles,
Or sees me in one.
It differs not much from the one
I saw years ago,
On the autumn morning.

And to know even a fraction
Of his ponderous silence,
Arouses respect and love infinite,
All mingled up,
In my heart,
The heart of a daughter.

And thus I realize how it works-
Unconditional and selfless love.
I smile as I come to know-
That between FATHER AND DAUGHTER,
It's ALWAYS so.

Author's Note

Write honestly. My hearty thanks.

Reviews

[Purva Pathak]

too goood
luv it! :)

[Mehul Rwat]

Thank you.. I'm happy u like it..

[Paridhi]

Good job! It shows how a father embraces his daughter with unconditional love...:)

[Vikrantsingh]

Very well wrapped love between Father and Daughter. I felt like i'm with my daughter and following it through your words.
I don't review poems. As i'm learning. But yes i would tell you few things.
Before you write some of your brilliance you must read similar stuff to get idea.
Just a suggestion.
I wrote on my mom do visit and check it :)

Loved it Mate :)
Thanks for such a wonderful poem.
Cheers!!
Vikrantsingh Parmar