A Poetic Tribute to My Father

“A Prayer Draped in Silver Silence”

A Poetic Tribute to My Father

I see your face—etched deep in time,
With gentle eyes, serene, sublime.
A cotton shirt, in modest grace,
And age’s wisdom on your face.

That calm white beard, like drifting snow,
Speaks of journeys few will know.
Lines upon your thoughtful brow,
Map the past and mark the now.

You sit composed, no grandeur loud,
A soul both humble and unbowed.
Like ancient trees that stand and bear,
You teach me strength, just being there.

Years may steal the touch and tone,
But never claim what’s soul-deep grown.
You’re in my pulse, my breath, my prayer,
My unseen guide, forever there.

I do not touch your feet today,
Yet in my heart, I kneel and pray.
I would, if fate allowed the chance,
Hold your hand in silent trance.

In temples built inside my chest,
Your blessings are my daily rest.
While others dream of gods above,
You are my idol, carved in love.

Not as a child to father pleads—
But as a monk whose spirit needs,
The glance of one who shaped his clay,
And gave him dawns to chase the day.

I barter all that life could give,
To let you laugh, to let you live.
If mine are years, then take them whole,
That you may shine and walk in soul.

Let silver hair not hide your fire,
You’re still the man whom I admire.
Your silence speaks in sacred rhymes,
A sage from softer, saner times.

Though I have not met you for long,
You dwell in me, like ancient song.
Each tear I hide, each joy I share,
Finds its source in your silent care.

And so I send this verse above,
Wrapped in longing, tied with love.
To skies, to stars, to time’s own tide
O Father, stay there—by my side.

Eternal Wish

May you outlive the dusk I see,
And walk beyond the end of me.
So even when I cease to be,
You’ll rise like sun—eternally.

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