When I was very young
My father used to feed me singing a song.
Despite he was a doctor
He always loved to cook food for the family.
I was the youngest of my other two siblings.
So, I was adorable by my parents.
My father dreamt that we, three siblings would be doctors.
But destiny wrote the different identities of our threes.
My elder sister became the Professor of Bengali.
My elder brother became a cardiologist.
And the last one, me, I read with Economics.
My father was happy for us but not highly satisfied.
When I topped the University and ranked 1st Class 1st
I was awarded a gold medal.
Moreover, we lost our mother.
I ran away to show the medal to my father.
He cried a lot and then he expressed his last wish to me.
If I want, then I can complete my PhD.
My father made me understand that don’t feel pity for not being a doctor.
Doctor and Doctorate both identities start with Dr.
So, you should complete your Ph. D.
Then my departed soul will be satisfied.
After a few months, my father died of cardiac arrest.
But, from that day, I was determined to complete my higher studies.
Now I am very close to my degree.
Within a few months, I would be the Economist.
Just console me, I could fulfil my father’s last wish.
Dear Father!
Keep blessings from heaven.
I love you very much.
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Author:
Maya (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2022 10:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I lost my father twenty years ago. And this is my father's last wish.
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A heart-wrenching read of parental guidance which although was sadly lost will always remain in your heart dear Soma - - sincere wishes for success in your higher studies.
Thank you, Fay.
Wonderful tribute to your father, I am sure he is proud of you as he still looks over you.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
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