Today I Met Your Father
Today I met your father,
reading a newspaper
on the rocking chair.
Adjusting his spectacles,
between the gray hair.
I asked him about you
And saw his eyes twinkle with pride
He laughed at your innocence
at your foibles, silently he cried.
Maybe he never told you how much he loved you.
But the twinkle in his eyes, like yours.
His rate of speech like Rajdhani Express;
the way he turns the paper
and gropes for news
I saw you.
The more I know him;
the more I understand you
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