I am a Father
I am a father,
Ladened with the responsibilities
Crushed under the expectation of the family
And left outside the glorifications of mothers.
I bear all the pain for all their comforts,
Be the punching bag for everyone’s frustrations
Sometimes my throat gets choked and my eyes get moist
Not for the exhaustion but for the contended hearts.
I have no one to blame,
For my failure to comply their needs
Nor could I justify or explain the reasons
I am strapped to a relationship
Where my incompetency is my family shame.
I say no for that expensive toy,
But keep saving against my needs to buy
And he knows in heart of his heart
That I will surely get him that for his joy.
I am tired in the gruelling race of life,
My own dreams remain sealed behind my lips
And my needs shrink to accommodate that of others
My sentiments stifled in rife.
I am the thread in the garland,