My Hero; My father

I see a very good looking man walking

Wearing a Safari suit

Goggles to cover his penetrating eyes

looking for something big for his family

as people walk by him.

He hurries across the length of a busy road;

to reach the street where he lives.

Home again, I see him sitting in his favorite place;

on the staircase drinking tea which his wife offered.

Greeting people walking in the street

And engaging few in conversation all the while

thinking to himself what to do next

His sullen children have refused to share

Jokes and secrets with him;

And are busy with their friends and some of them are even angry at him;

Futility of which they will realize years later.

He is tired of all the day's work he did for them;

And will now go to sleep.

Listening to mohd.rafi on the radio, dreaming

of his good old days and his parents

he goes to sleep.

Many years have gone by; only memories of him remain.

but i still Miss the Man he was; i look everywhere;

Nobody measures up.

He remains my Hero;

He is my father!