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MY FATHER – A REMINISCENCE
O my father By the smallness of our hearts
A spontaneous fountain of love And the shrunken concentric circles
You are a bundle of virtues That we have drawn
So fresh and new Your love knows no boundary
It seems as if Flowing merrily unperturbed
They are just born in you It shines and showers equally
You are the love and the joy On the deserved and the undeserved
personified You bashed the hypocrisies
The zest and the zeal sealed in too And dissimulations
The loving passion unparalleled Disguised in the finest
In every work that you do Words and dispositions
No way you will follow passively Hidden in wrong customs and traditions
A destiny created by stars or ‘divinity’ With goodwill and strength unabated
You carve your own path To reform the society, the efforts
With the power of values O visionary Tireless and unappreciated
A true devotee of Basaveshwara Those who are conditioned
‘Work is Worship’ in this era? By the dictates of the wordly ways
A true Karmayogi, seeking Couldn’t make sense of
No fruits for the good deeds you do Most of your pure ways
It’s easy to lament on Even though your ways
Other’s pain and distress Makes those feel uncomfortable
It’s something the world Whose perspectives are clipped
Is adept at and well versed By their conservatism
But you rejoice in On life, philosophy or religion
Other’s happiness They couldn’t help but accept
A virtue rare even The futility of their statements
Among the Gods And strength of purpose in what you said
You can see a virtue Greed could never lick you
In the sea of vices Aversion could never bite you
An ability to view It’s a wonder how you steered your values
The bright side of every crisis Through the muddy waters of deluding
Our love is barricaded 67 avenues
