Father Told - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Father told, ink filled pen causes writing
I poured ink into pen and started to write.
Father told, the door if knocked
Some one or other will open that
I knocked at the door
From other side the door opened.
Father advised me to walk carefully
I proceeded step by step
But I stumbled on the walking way
Father told, this is ornaments of walking path.
Father asked to return back at practical world
From the world at poetic imagination
I returned back at practical world
And started to proceed
That walking path of mine followed me.
Father advised to read and learn
I read book and learnt
Also informed the neighbors
They learnt, taught and informed
Father advised me to behave gently with all
I behaved gently with all, but
Some persons misbehaved with me
Father told me to be forgiving
So, I forgave them.
Father told, open your incite, you will
Find everything is easy- straight and charming
No sooner I opened my incite
Infinite butterfly built their dwelling there.
Through eye that you see
That is only present
Through mind that you see is past, present and future
I closed my eye and spread
I spread mind at wings of butterfly.
Father told, every moment is under control of creature.
Even a leaf moves at his direction.
I listened, flying at sky as cloud
Falling in dropp as rain- bloomed as flower
And I extended over the air as aroma.
Father told, physique of creature dies, not soul
I close eye and become the king
Of far unknown kingdom.
Father told, sun rises in the east
And sun sets in the west
I heard, saw and believed.
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