Father's Day

At Pen: Indrakshi Guha

Team Atverts wishes Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there! You all are extremely important in every child’s life!

I write about Baba so often

that the new city

is even tired of missing him

My baba and I

don't see each other often,

He lives in the city of tea

in a small house among the tea gardens,

in the 'Ghar', I grew up.

I write about Baba so often,

Cause on a late rainy evening,

I miss him humming

along his favorite Playlist

of Kishore, Lata and Rahman,

The list which Saavn played for us

on every rainy evenings.

over a cup of hot Assam tea.

I write about Baba so often,

I think of him

how he used to laugh at his own jokes,

And made delicious tea on early mornings,

while I slept on my study.

I write about Baba so often,

He breaks down easily,

and opens out to me,

in his black days.

He took me to

college and coachings

in heavy Assam rains.

He reads me Vivekananda,

and Socrates and Plato

and embraces me with his words,

when I cry.

I write about Baba so often,

I think of him

while listening to 'rimjhim gire sawan'

and diaries stored in a dusty corner

and books he loved reading.

He is getting old

with wrinkles defining his age.

the happiness in his face

glorifies again

when he sees me

back to home.

So when the new city rebukes me on some days,

I listen to his favorites on Spotify,

It renews 'our ' moments

and sometimes I even write while listening,

just like the words of this poem.

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