On the 8th day of April 1970 I began my journey
I was born during the late evening hours of spring
They say I was bony
And when I cried they felt the bells ring
My Dad distributed sweets to all in the nursing home
He was very excited under the vast blue dome
He became a father, blessed with a daughter
He felt the divine goddess' Shakti' has come to him
To fulfill his dream
His dream that his daughter would make him proud
And he will smile before reach in shroud
It was a hard responsibility for any daughter
Who resemble the role of a mother to her father?
When he turns old as the daughter has to hold
All the responsibilities that becomes tough at times
The sun at times hid behind the clouds, at times shines
Journey becomes hard
My blood becomes thick like a curd
Then all that I experience help me gain prudence
Daddy has left leaving me and mom bereft
Now in the absence of Dad I have to manage life
The world seems cruel full of strife
Mom has always been dependent, so I cannot help save be independent
I experience facing all the strains
That life has in store for me
I work like a busy bee
This is how I journey within myself
I try to manage with heaven's help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His dream that his daughter would make him proud And he will smile before reach in shroud It was a hard responsibility for any daughter Who resemble the role of a mother to her father? When he turns old as the daughter has to hold All the responsibilities that becomes tough at times The sun at times hid behind the clouds, at times shines Journey becomes hard You have been a nice daughter of your Dad, In the tiny poem your autobiography is well expressed. Nice poem dear poetess.10 for it.