My poems dedicated to father and evening walk

Three years ago I faced stress
Which further cause me to depress
To encounter this recess
My evening walk is  in progress.


One day while walking on the turf
I suddenly got an idea of writing in verse
Which could be expressed in terse
Of my day to day curse.


Now  thanks to this curse
Which plays a vital role  my fortune to reverse,
I don’t know whether I could have written in verse
If I were not walking on the turf.


My first poem is set in rhyme
It is on the subject of ‘The prime’
I think it is well in time
Before I would end my hymn.


Though poetry is in my blood
Flowing from father’s flood
Lisping in numbers is such a stream
I used to consider it utopian dream.


My father writes in mother tongue
Which provides profuse oxygen to his lung
That gives him reason to survive
And keeps him kicking and alive.


I used to hear my father with full passion
Which caused me to think with impassion
Whether I would be able to write in this fashion
Was my childhood infatuation.


But now I divine my dream comes true
Written in black and blue
I don’t know what others think;
It’s my life-blood in ink.


Whatever I think I write
Sitting in the corner tight
I don’t know what will be my plight
While my wings are on flight.

(By: Vivekanand Jha)
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  awesome  creation vivekanand ji.....very simple but touching

Wonderful creation Vivek JI