THE END OF A DISRESPECTFUL DECADE

THE END OF DISRESPECTFUL DECADE  

When I hear him make fun of the feelings that affect him the most,
I smile in front of him
But I cry, deep inside
It's not about titles or entitlements,
Or if he gave birth to my soul and my body

As if he gave himself back to me
He treated us the best he could and still I feel sorry,
We often laugh, 
Things would change after an year or so
The disrespect and dichotomy could end, but it didn't although

He is frustrated but still he treats everyone so well
I love the patience of that man,
I got that from him
And from his specs 

He taught me humility and humour,
Side by side,
He fed me ice creams,
When things got bitter.

He never shouted on me once ,
Though he warned me many times,
That life could end any moment  my child,
So take care of your teenage nerves.

I know he hates to do it,
But all he does is for me,
It's not his duty , my Lord,
It's his holy sacrifice.

I do cry sometimes,
maybe many times in an year,
Apologies, apologies , apologies,
Nothingness had no given fear .

 

The first feminist, my very first elite,
Making me feel, the best in the worst time,
A movie ticket or the life epiphany goes high,
A life loved for me, is the way he made his life worthwhile.

Classics in the bear minimum comes,
When he goes away and comes down to sleep,
He is slow and steady and my father already,
But he acts like my friend, without saying a word at times.

The struggles of eleventh,
The fright  of maintenance,
The cries of success and struggle,
My all are his attendants.

The head that speaks,
Beneath the heart that beats,
This love for all comes,
But  when cherished, it surprise.

A love letter or a laugh letter?
When the list slides and my name comes upright,
He gotta do what he gotta do,
As we all say, your blood never lies.

So did it make me purer or poorer? 

As he made me luckier far awhile, 

Nobody cares or everybody does? 

But all my success is his forhead crown. 

Damage, damage,

 is what I see all around, 

But trust me my friend, 

This sacrifice need to  end one day . 

The patience will pay, 

And the education will say, 

You know this, don't you? 

That's  why your daughter really write? 

The reasons are many, 

One added to infinity, 

The damage you do to yourself is  a deal for you , 

But trust me, the dealer have plans for you my dealt. 

The sparks of sky are further meant, 

The chances to sublime do come our way, 

But don't you remember, 

What I did say? 

This is the only thing, 

That make me sleep well at nights,

As this is the only disrespect, 

You bear ,making me sleep well ,culling your cries. 

Oh my friend, oh my father, 

The fabric of your tone is older and soother, 

As it changes to full grown, 

As every year passes, in this town. 

You and I had plans to leave this down, 

The suspects could be further suspended, 

But till then, we could rest, 

In the blooms of blue moons.

Write me a letter, 

When I am gone to train further, 

Or sing me a song, 

So I could clap on how calmly you made me proud, all the way, all along. 

Leeza