TODAY -
My Father
Mocha Laishram Khuman *
What role does the divine impart,
Through fate's lens, to shape my heart?
With steadfast hands, you chart my course,
Through life's tumultuous, unyielding force.
In sorrow's murk, where shadows stretch,
When hope's faint glimmer seemed to etch,
Father, you stood with silent poise,
Easing my pain with subtle grace.
Before I seek the heavens' grace,
I prostrate at your sacred place.
I lay my hopes and burdens there,
Drawing strength from your unwavering care.
When my path diverges from the light,
You, the guardian of my plight,
Though our bond may seem restrained,
Untold sentiments remain unfeigned.
In the dead of night, when fears intrude,
And wailing insects' cries are subdued,
The mournful calls of birds in flight,
You chase away the child's deep fright.
You hold my hands and steer me right,
A valiant soul through darkness' night.
My father, fierce and ever bright,
A beacon of strength and guiding light.
My father written and translated in English by Laishram Malemnganba Meitei
* Poem written by Laishram Malemnganba Meitei Alias Mocha Laishram Khuman for e-pao.net
The sender of this poem can be contacted at mochalaiz567(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on 13 August 2024 .
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