composed for www.msn.co.in
As the child ran here and there,
Playing among the hills she knew,
She happened to hear a sound so sweet
And decided to try to find who was there.
She moved to her left and walked
And still she could hear it ahead
Till a point came when she looked back
Shuddering, as she did not know the place.
It was dark around her, the sky above her too;
She felt cold as the wind blew hard,
And as terror engulfed her soul
She cried out “Father” and wept alone.
Her father meanwhile missed her;
It was evening and she, not home;
He left all work and ran out
Praying tearfully, for his lost child.
The crying child heard her name called out,
In a voice so dear to her;
And soon father found the sobbing girl
And he lifted his little angel, back home.
The cause of the sweet sound was never found,
But its purpose is fully clear:
The sound was made to make father and child
Appreciate better, each other.
ayeshacgs@hotmail.com
2 comments:
How sweetly said of the bond between father and the child.There is nothing more assuring than the name from mom or dad.The poem made me think of long lost dad.
Thanks,Ayesha
Thank you Appa KP for everything. Your comments motivate me to keep on writing.
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