Perception

I came from the school,

opened the door of the fridge.

Saw there laid on a plate

the delicious sweet dish.

Mouth watered but didn’t take;

thought, mother kept reserved.

She would distribute herself

whoever of us deserved.

Brother also escaped thinking

that it was kept for me.

Though he must have shared

before began to eat.

We could not eat the dish

as to give, mom forgot.

After two days expired

the sweet began to go off.

By the time she remembered

and lifted plate to distribute;

she had to cut a sorry finger,

the stale sweet was of no use.

I missed; it was brought for me

by the person most I loved,

before he went on tour

my father as token of his love. 

            by S D Tiwari

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The one man who has always been by me
Moulding each day of my destiny
He always pats my sorry shoulder
And I lose all anxiety and fear

Wonder how many times he heard the engaged tone
When he tried to ring on my hostel telephone
Yet, not a day would he fail to call me
He would reveal just by a call how much he missed me

Today, his instincts are weak,
Memory is poor, eyesight is bleak,
Restless, worried, too sad to be dependent
Living worries he never got an opportunity to vent

                by wordbug