TEARS OF HAPPINESS

Come hail come rain,
Maybe a storm insane.
Heart gripped in fear,
Eyes fill up with tear.
Father remains calm,
Father the magic balm.

Wishes cross the realm,
We fail to hold the helm.
Coat is bigger than cloth,
Anger is stirred to froth.
Father remains calm,
Father the magic balm.

Hurdles block the way,
No chance to back away.
When options are limited,
Doomsday is committed.
Father remains calm,
Father the magic balm.

He is a magic wand,
He a one-man band.
He is the last hope,
He’s one who can cope.
An unsung soldier smiles wry,
On Father’s day he did cry.

Partha Chakraburty
18.06.23