What it means to be....


His eyes were wrinkled with worry and care,
Thinking of the nights spent waiting up, scared.
"Where is she?", he thought, "How can she dare?"
To the shadows he resigned again, an everyday fare.
Past midnight she walked in without a bother,
He looked on and sighed in relief; how it is to be a father.  

13 comments:

Chronicwriter said...

so now you walk in at midnight?

take dad along when you go out!

chriz

Kido said...

I agree with Chriz...

B/w, nice poem :)

DumD said...

Very well written. :)

Arv said...

Why were out till midnight without telling ur dad?????

Thoorika said...

Why you are giving so much trouble to him ?!

amit said...

Reminds me of what happens with my sis at times. The Melodrama and the Bollywood-ish end! :)

The Pink Orchid said...

Arv and Chriz ave already asked what came to my mind.. you take care girl.. hugs!

ki said...

:(

I miss my dad

Karthik said...

Did ur dad ask about me??? :P

Arc said...

Emosion overwhelming.

I look forward to reding your answer for Arv's kostin.

ABHISHEK SiM said...

tough job - "worry and care".

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Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ all minus chriz n arv (ahem!)

Why would i go out at midnight?? and what makes u think im talking abt my dad?!?!?!