Accept my words, my father

Accept my words, my father

Accept my words, my father
Woven in beads of love
They are prayers to thee in full surrender,
Accept my words, my father
I have filled them with the fragrance
Of utter devotion,
Though the words have come
From the confines of my limited wisdom,
Seer i am not posing to be
Just a human, dedicating my words to thee,
Words of utter purity,
Blending with nature have the words been created,
Like the bees create honey
Words come to life when blended with nature
Living in harmony on a piece of paper,
My father, the poems are the children of the soul
Each poem having life, but not death
In the offering of joy through the wordings,
In the offering of hope, through the breath,
In the writings of words where it manifests,
My father, accept my gift to thee
Head bowed, eyes filled with tears,
A poet's offering a poetry
As a loving wish of acceptance,
When thee, my father gave me life,
The best of all gifts
Accept my offering, my father
Accept my offering, my father

~ Ritesh Ruparel ~

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