As my dad came towards the cradle <br />to see me <br />ignoring my mom in total <br />she could see life and love in his eye <br />anger and alcohol has shown up <br />'red' in those all these days...for her to see <br /> <br />seeing me..touching my tender hands <br />feeling my face and hair <br />this rough man missed 'softness' <br />for the first time in his life <br />he stood there happy and confused <br />this intoxication was new to him <br /> <br />he could not stop coming to see me <br />he did come every day <br />he did start talking to my mom <br />it was about me..only about me <br />he learned to carry me from my mom <br />a thrilled dad he became <br /> <br />on the day of discharge <br />as he carried me through the corridor... <br />all people who knew him stood exclaimed<br /><br />Samanyan Lakshminarayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-part-three/
