My Dad........

Dad ! today I don’t want to say thanks,

Rather  I am down for not telling you sorry,

When I hold my pencil and you dictate the spellings,

I often hear your grumbling expressions for my mistakes,

I never in my wildest dream thought,

 My scrawl  will come as RHYME OF RAIN,

This is because , for you I pen,

All the bottled up images I convey in my writings,

I feel you disguised in my penmanship,

Boosting my spirit and patting my back,

After  each jot down,

Consoling me ,in your style,

Dad! You were  confident of me,

But I lack to deliver moments of felicity,

This pinches my core,

Now when you are no more,

My inner self   frequently   complains ,

Why I didn’t give attention to your nudge,

But Dad ! I took a promise,

Instead of wrestling with my inaccuracy,

I will immortalise you in my proficiency,

Let the world forgets you,

Till my death you are alive  along with me........