A poem for my Father Me and my father Walking on the golden path While the Sun set behind Painting the sky in crimson red Spreading its last rays Birds chirping loudly Flying back home Cow boys with their cattle Village girls with grass bundles on their heads All walking back home Cool Breeze blowing into our faces The magic of the moment seeping into my soul While I walk with my father In the green fields Symphony of cicadas Filling the ambience Transcendental feelings As if earth meeting the heavens Slowly feeling me with spiritual energy As if we have been walking Since the beginning of the time My soul croons "My father" You brought me into this world And gave me warmth when I was cold When I stumbled You gave me your finger to hold Your shoulders When I got tired; You cried When you saw me in deep pain You brought me books And inspired me everyday An icon you are Who led by example History will forget you You may not its greatest son But for me You would always be a hero "My Father" Moon joins us on the journey Our souls say something To one another Our eyes smile for a while As ages just passed by In a moment And we say together "We have come far" Let's get back home
With the existing norms He meets resistance at every step Is persecuted Then sacrificed At the altars of the norms For he understands The weakness of the present He brings a new wave At the expense of his life For a tomorrow better than today Only if we pay heed and Listen to our inner voice indeed If we do not give in To the temptations of little comfort Every moment at every step we meet He lives through the ages Because he stands for a cause while Others live in a world of little comforts Without raging against the dying of the light And disappear in thin air without giving a fight Flowing flowing, flowing onwards Carrying lodes of heart's feelings In hope, someday someone will find some meaning Until they find someone willing Who needs them as desperately As a patient needs medicine Not birds that could fly But meeting a receptive mind Makes them alive They cry they sing They dance they romance They dream they scream They care they dare They break it into many parts They take soldiers to battles They make heroes and martyrs They may lead them to doom They give birth to nations and nourish They help enlightenment flourish Flowing flowing, flowing onwards Carrying lodes of heart's feelings In hope, someday someone will find some meaning
He is the author of " Enlightenment- Poems for heart,mind and soul"- a collection of more than a hundred poems that have been read and appreciated the world over. His poems "Smitten by Green" & "I Believe" have been published by the Forward Press, UK in two separate anthologies titled" Natural Spirit" edited by Michelle Afford(2006) and" A Moment of Déjà vu " edited by Annabel Cook(2007). His poems "Hero", "Child within me" & "It's never too late to try again" have been published by Bolokids.com, a poetry website for the children. His latest book "River Valley to Silicon Valley"-Story of three generations of an Indian family; has been published by Bookwell India in May 2007.Since then it has been translated in Russian and Hindi. It is also being translated in Korean language. You can visit him at www.abhayk.com
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Abhay Kumar was born in Nalanda district in Eastern
India in 1980. He was educated at Delhi University(DU) and Jawaharlal
Nehru University(JNU)in New Delhi.He joined the Indian Foreign
Service(IFS) in 2003 and was posted to Moscow in 2005.
