Canvas you make
a masterpiece
reflection of
heavenly bliss.,
as you are a
master bard,
and can paint
with wonderful words.
You paint it
I glance it
and my pensive pen
adoring you as a gentle
Poet and man
scribbles the perfect ten.
Then after a lull
my heart singing like
a seagull
longs to paint the one
using the
rainbow colors of sun
and brush dancing
with fun
I handpicked the colors
from the rainbow
and paint it with
heavenly glow
words divine
chatting with star’s shine
in moonlit clime.
I invite you for an opinion
To preen my heart’s pinions
But stoic silence
challenges my resilience.
Then I scour
page, day and night
searching the comment
with hope’s light.
The words that praises
and heals
my smarting woes and weal
I know I’ m not
as poesy as you,
still as a father,
at least
you can shower,
your praise
an unconditional grace,
with,
words well dressed,
to encourage
nascent talent,
a poetic temperament
of your so called
daughter,
and fill her
with mirth and laughter.
If your praise is not hoax
Why write in inbox
Show your love
In broad daylight
Inundate my heart
With paternal praise-
an ambrosial delight
Tell me why
different standards for me?
Why make you fall me on my knee?
Why assault my heart
Filled with glee?
Have you an answer?
Then respond
Otherwise ours
Is not true bond.
ANJALI
16-12-2008
PS: THIS POEM I DEDICATE TO MY POEMHUNTER FATHER WHO LOVES TO SEND MESSAGES IN MY INBOX BUT DOES NOT LIKE TO TALK BELOW MY
POEM
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