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Writer's pictureshailesh tripathi

42 Years Down the Lane




Back in those Black and White Days of serene `79,

When my mother was in innocent teen and father had just touched tough 20

There were no Smartphones, nor there was Internet or Selfie

Journey was simple, beautiful and pure

Soon, Father got involved in office and mother in household chore

My mother was a teacher and my father ,a thinker in his prime

I usually don’t write sentences unless they have meaning with rhyme

Yet, this one is special,4 decades of Togetherness, in limited verse, defined

My mother is Effervescent and Eloquent, father is fast on dribbling debates

She learnt to multi task while we grew up fast

He provided us the best education with honesty, honor and wisdom that forever last

She is sensitive, kind and compassionate while he is practical, disciplinarian and minimalist

80s welcomed my elder sister, and with it more memories, madness and change in responsibilities

My mother left teaching and did home classes while father toiled hard to bring us food and comfort

It takes patience, persistence and effort to raise a child

With 90s came the era of Computers. Still my mother was my best teacher

Father was an occasionally Preacher like that Speaking Tree stories in newspaper

What he lacked in words, he showed it in action

Selfless unnoticed tasks he religiously performs

While we children,never woke up without purpose or alarms

Journey of ups and downs,pain and pleasure,success and failure

All endeavored with a hopeful heroic Spirit

Yes, my father is apprehensive, afraid and critical at times and mother a tad too emotional

But together, they made us someone who is clear in conscience, values and science

Another decade beckons you with smile and good health

Staying, learning and growing together is an invaluable wealth

May this journey continue with Color, Courage and Sunshine

Everything is not left to chance, Destiny plays a magical part

In that sweet surreal year of `79,Stars Aligned and it continues to Shine

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