Dear father, <br />i was lifted in your presence, by your presence, <br />from the cradle which was my world, <br />that closed upon me with fancies, <br />full of toys, ducks, angels and swans, <br />As i grew up, i faced the broad daylight <br />full of rays of paths with, <br />independent, invisible doors that opened, <br />to new staircases leading to different <br />monuments, pastures, colours and wonders, <br />You, in your good intentions, <br />forced me into one door, <br />thinking that it would be best for me, <br />the best suit that would fit me snugly, <br />with absolutely no consent, no view, <br />which was uttered from my lips, <br />You trusted that i would <br />grow up to produce logical <br />views, views which the <br />society made a standard rule, <br />which no tangential thought can <br />ever revolt against. <br />Father, even though, you think <br /> <br />the burning, yet subdued sadness, <br />has already taken the shape <br />of a dewdropp on a waterlily, <br />One fine morning, <br />when your soul is nothing, <br />but a green pasture, that <br />you mowed consistently for years, <br />in the midst of your lotus <br />pond, you will find a storm <br />of confusion and sadness <br />that usually builds within <br />a nice cup of coffee in <br />an afternoon during the month <br />of december, at the sight of <br />an unrecognisable stranger, <br />who sits and stares at <br />you, who is the exact <br />copy of you, whom you <br />cannot search in for <br />her perception, who looks <br />at the world with your <br />eyes and who thinks that <br />the world is often moved by <br />slow trains carrying crisp notes by the countryside..........<br /><br />nithya raghavan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-letter-from-a-daughter-to-her-father/
