jvl narasimha rao

AN ODE TO MY FATHER

OH1 FATHER YOU DIED THIRTY ONE YEARS AGO

I SLIGHTLY SUFFER FROM YOUR SUPERIOR EGO

You left mother a widow

She became my real shadow

When I was a child, I climbed you shoulders

You played like a child with me with marbles

When you were happy, you taught me wonderful ethics

And when you were very angry, beat me with sharp sticks

You cursed me in my presence

And praised me in my absence

 

You would come to my school

And gave me ice-cream which was so cool

You brought me delicious sweets and fruits

On my birthday you bought me new clothes

How can I forget your sweet thoughts?

I inherited your intelligence, common sense

Some landed property and even your hypertension

 

Death laid his Icy hand on your wonderful body

Nobody could believe your dead body

When dying you might have worried about me

 Then all brothers were well settled unlike me

But miraculously I became a famous English teacher

And I have kept up your great stature

Today is your death anniversary day

I always try to follow your Royal way