Father

by Hafeez ur Rehman

Folded deep in your palm
was a lifeline
I thought would never end.

Not even when
I ceased circulating
in your body

Or stopped running
in your lungs
with eyes full of tears.

Your hold on life
was firm and
contentions beaten hard.

Last time when I
ran into your argument
my nose bled and you plugged.

Had I known
you would go home
defenses down

I would have
faked another fight
held out your palm
and tied your lifeline with mine.

05-Feb-2014

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Comments on this Poem

It is nice to lose in a fake fight, Rehman ji.

Kumarendra Mallick
05-Feb-2014 13:00 PM