A Father's Song Poem by Sathya Narayana

O ' daughter dear
flying towards unknown
lush shores of cheer
looking down with great enchantment
the swirling robust Atlantic waves
and feeling the rowdy gusts;
and ogling with fascination
at the tender mists surrounding your flight!

There is more to enamour you O' dear
unseen by eyes, trailing behind you.

Think once of the two little silver drops of tears
dribbling from your father's eyes!
They are oceans of pain and happiness
jumbled together
waiting to see you again...
but how soon...how soon! !