From my book Lilies of the Valley.

By: Lily Swarn

FATHER                                                          

A truly rich man is the one whose children run into his arms  when his hands are empty. I think, i heard this  in the vernacular ,when I was  something of a tot. The words magnify in my  minds eye ,as they resound with their truth .The amazing Wordsworth said ,”Father! to God himself we cannot give a holier name  .Supposedly poor gentlemen, often leave the richest inheritance to their children .Their    rigorous discipline is dripping with their love and concern .The stern scoldings , the  tight stinging slaps ,that only a father can terrorize a child with   are  the  ‘amrit’, the nectar  , that nurtures and nourishes their future . The travails and tumults of life can be  faced,head on ,if you have had a down to  earth childhood. The morning ritual , riding pillion behind a two wheeler , with the dad chatting lovingly , asking the child about her day , is a school by itself.Its a bond of  steel . It chains the child forever ,to the father with a loving aura , invisible and potent. No ride in a Mercedes or Maybach with a driver can bring a child close to a dad , as much as the famous ”quality time “can.

The little scraps of wisdom, that dads inadvertently impart to their progeny , leave deep imprints that kids carry in their hearts, as empowering weapons of self confidence .  Fathers ignite passions and ambitions . They pump confidence, with their encouraging vibes ,and infuse grit and determination into timorous hearts .

When God made a dad’s heart , even He was unaware ,that He was creating a masterpiece .The largesse imparted from these holy precincts is unmatchable. The sacrifice of dads often goes unheard and unsung  like desert flowers. They are the rock solid wall that stays unceremoniously and invisibly in the background.

Not surprisingly , dads react differently to demands by their sons and daughters. ‘The pat of butter on a hot frying pan ‘, similie ,is perfect to describe a dad melting  instantly ,at the cow’s eyes made  by his daughter ,to wangle out some cash or favour from a’ mushy  as butter’ dad. Often wily wives employ their daughters to weedle out something from the husband. Daughters always and everytime score over wives, any day ! Her daddy’s princess has to leave the nest someday , and many a time have I seen dads, wiping tears from bleeding eyes , surreptitiously standing in corners. As the swan glides away on the lakes of a new life , the dad pretends he has a cold or that there is a speck in his eye , while  he nurses his wounded heart . The big strong dad becomes jelly and putty ,rolled into one ,as the baby girl is no more a fledgling .She sashays down the aisle bedecked in her jewels and finery, leaving a vacant spot which was hers alone …”baabul meriyaan guddiyaan tere ghar reh gayyian”(dad, i left behind my dolls in your house).

When I see the steely glint of obstinacy in my  frail fathers eyes , I marvel at the lessons that I learnt at his feet . The reams of urdu literature which he poured into my tender ears ;the spellings of bombastic english words , the gurbani from the holy book , as I sat with him in his prayers;the capitals and union territories that no teacher could have taught better than him. I bow in reverence to the spirit of fathers all over the worlld , for their silent but titanic presence in the lives of their children.

They are the stalwarts who kill the monsters and demons in their kids lives…”mere walid tera shukriya. jo zindagi ka inaam hai , sab tera hi muqaam hai …mera zehen teri soch se munawwar hai ..meri aqeedaton ke aansu qabool kar , meri har khata bhool kar , meri manzilon ka pata bata , mere walid tera shukriya.

International Beat Poet Laureate India 2023 -2024 ,Caesar Vallejo award for literary excellence by  UHE ,Lily Swarn, internationally acclaimed ,multilingual poet, novelist, essayist , columnist, gold medalist, university colour holder, radio show host, Peace and Humanity ambassador .

She has over 70 international and national awards  including Chandigarh Sahitya Akademi award and her  poetry  is translated into 21 languages. Lily Swarn can be reached at [email protected].

 

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