My Slap To Father Learn By Heart
W Rorrkychand Singh *
I got a book, the consolation prize
First ever I count in my life,
Reciting a poem incomplete.
Father calls me an evening
"Read a poem that you know"
Fetch my book start "Mew Mew"
Four times five times, once more he dictates
Closing my eyes carried the lyrics into tongue
"Morrow school inauguration day you to recite"
The unwilling heart throbs with anticipation
Tomorrow recitation competition and I
"Are you ready" mother asked, yes I
Warm bath, ten minutes before the mirror
Set out for the mission, a coyness boy with his father
There I sat in a chair my father's tiger.
Minutes later Shriek the four walls
Still before the microphone against a thousand stranger
Start with the title, using my memory
Incomplete the poem left the dais
Handed the prize, he sakes hands
My father lends a hug, but not smiled.
* Poem written by W Rorrkychand Singh from Shimoga, Karnataka, frequent contributor to e-pao.net .
You can contact the Poet at rorrky(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on June 15 2011.
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