Fathering
failures after failures
And
becoming rame
every second moment,
I masqueraded
to myself.
Guzzling
the pain
of life quietly,
I awaited
miracle to happen.
Nymph of heaven
came
at the prescribed time
to become
the partner of life.
Life became meaningful,
smile became sanguine.
Rame day
knocked my room,
when small baby girl,
so immaculate,
so divine
cried to drink
the nectar
from the nymph.
Heart beat
galloped
to give me
new recognition
as father.
As she jostled
to my bosom
to give me
the sweetest pain,
I thanked
the Almighty.
The rame day
winked at me
witnessing exudation
of my unique emotion.