The Father's Lesson Poem by Shouvik Narayan Hore

In my boyhood days my father said
'Of no perils is my son afraid,
When I am there no wizard shall rise
And with his wicked spells yourself scare
Or with his cunningness frightful glare,
But in my love shall cruelties die.'

I questioned him with fond innocence,
'What if father, your time is done,
And in God's chariot thou were gone
Oh, listen to me! These world's ways dense
How shall I outlive sorrows immense? '

'Then ask the twilights- dear, dear Son!
Your Sun, your Moon, your dawn, your dusk,
Your pretty little flower's sensuous musk
How have they lived through Life's great run.'