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Distant Horizon - Attempt 2 for Jeffery and Lone Wolf's Challenge
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Distant Horizon - Attempt 2 for Jeffery and Lone Wolf's Challenge |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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This is the second attempt at Jeffery and Lone Wolf's challenge. Truly, everytime I wonder about the topic, I realize how many more directions I can explore. Thanks a lot in advance for your comments. I am looking forward to what you think about this one... ----------- Distant Horizon - The promise of today and the hope of tomorrow Visionary tired eyes, Looking at broad daylight, Searching for truth amongst lies, Life shone past like a flashlight. He, my father, a revered seer, Looked wildly into empty distance, In every sense, a peer, Viewing with unperturbed nonchalance. Strength of mind and thought, So many mental battles he had fought, All the challenges he had sought, To me, so many lessons he had taught. Seeking a meaning, fresher than before, He looked far beyond the horizon, To me, an onlooker, this appeared to be an empty gaze, The unsaid fact was he could out-stare the sun. I now spend each day wondering, Of a new way to emulate him, So far his strength is proving, He is wise way beyond the brim. But till the end of life I will try, Myself, pondering staring the empty gaze, Even if I fail, I will never cry, Will be one day, when I will amaze. The future to be does beckon, As I often, to myself, do reckon, He stands there as my guide, Stargazing at the horizon wide. One day in life, I will be there, I promise this to my soul, The day truth separates from the lies, I always believe time flies… One day, in the distant horizon, Will look for me, my son, For motivation, inner strength, he will stare, Asking my shadow, how he could be a diamond rare. Then I will speak to him with all my love and care, Being a rare diamond should not be his sole goal, Motive should be to be sincere and fair, Fate will then naturally mould, sculpture his life's role. --------- P.S. I hope to come up with a few more atleast... Life is like a painting, That in an art gallery is left hanging, Though many come just to look at it, A very few actually come to enjoy it. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
This poem really moved me, it struck a chord. My father too is large figure in my life. He has such motivation, strength and courage, he asks nothing in return. I pray that I can be half the man he is. Truely powerful and amazing. |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sudhir.... Challenge far exceeded, my friend. Excellent writing!!! I love it!!! Father's are exceptional people...from whom much can be learned. LW |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Brian, Lone Wolf, Thanks for reading. It is true, Fathers are the guiding forces in the lives of most of us. At the same time, mothers are the calming personalities. Regards, Sudhir |
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