Father

The sun glows on the balcony,

I stood to look through,

The silhouette of an old man,

On whom the wind dreamily blew.

I call him my source,

He made things easier for me,

When he spoke in his voice hoarse,

I was comforted-

and the demons away from me.

His advice run on my mind,

I am much to him alike,

And when I look back,

To years of my childhood,

I see his love and sacrifice.

Today I see the old man,

Once again the child my father,

He was the first man,

In my life I encountered.