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26 April, 2005

Of fathers and sons

On those rare occasions,
When the father sits across
an abyss born of ages,
of things left unsaid.

And the son looks at the floor
charting futures again.

Only to be told...
...yet again, that he is wrong.

I wonder
again,
If the two would ever meet
agree, talk, look at each other's eyes.

Understand, laugh.
Not cry, men don't cry!

And the mother,
wonders.
Would it change
at the birth of the next

Generation.

25 April 2005

(inspired by that 30 minute one to one with the gentle giant)

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2 Comments:

Blogger livinghigh said...

wholly enjoyable... and yes, even nostalgic. ;-)

27 April, 2005 14:53  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

How true this rings - I've oft wondered abt this abyss of non-communication that divides so many fathers and sons...
Though I must say, it already changed quite a bit, over the generations...

29 April, 2005 17:20  

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