When people cry you cry with them
And teach them how to smile
Your glory sung in clouds of fame
Without a hint of guile

You love the people in the world
Who set the norms of life
You face every stone hurled
For your children and wife

Your tired soul spends sleepless nights
The thoughts which crowd your mind
You stand on cliffs with steep heights
And balance the dodgy kind

So blessed was this world to be
The day you lived this dream
Light the birthday candles for me
Let them always gleam



The Story Behind

I dedicate this poem to my father on his birthday. I think I am very fortunate to have a great father and I feel I am blessed to be able to empathise with him to a great extent. This poem is a result of my empathy.

This poem describes my father not as a social figure. Rather, it describes his inner feelings in moments of solace and soltitude away from the world where every person is on his own.