Dechen Doma Sherpa

Rookie - 21 Points (2nd july 1987 / Sikkim)

The Man Called My Father - Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

My sister pointed a man on the road calling him our father
She had a faint smile hoping he would turn and smile back
I saw him walking away in a busy market wearing a suit
Perhaps a man on business while we stood like a failed investments

I asked my mother about the man called My father
She weakly smiled and kissed my chubby childhood cheeks
Years went by and that man often crossed my way, often smiled too
And i smiled back to the stranger who everyone called my father

We met once a while at his place greeting his new family
A mandatory yearly visits like paying homage to gods for life living
The man called my father looking at me with his guilty eyes
And i smiling at the stranger to the man who called himself my father

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  • Rookie - 49 Points Anita Sehgal (10/14/2012 12:16:00 AM)

    so beautiful, ... it hides the pain... well written (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2012



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