Master of the tales

Today being Father’s Day, my poem is tribute to my Dad who is a master story teller. His stories captivate not only children, but also adults. His magical narrations transport us to a surreal world. We siblings grew up listening to his myriad stories and so did our children and many others.

Story telling is an art ,of which you are truly a MASTER, Dad!

 

As you unlock the doors of your magic chest

A million stories like the twinkling stars

flow from the crevices of your creative mind.

Your words dress up and perform,

 to put up  a spectacular show

holding on to the audience

who sit in rapt attention

savouring the flavours that ooze out ,

as each spoken word,  is an ecstatic rendition.

Taking us on a rollercoaster of emotions

they infuse magic into the ordinary

as they  transport the listener into a world

of Gods and demons, fairies and witches

 naughty boys and girls , animals and beasts

 values and morals , sacrifices and celebrations

along with the many narratives of life experiences.

The tempo builds up to reach a crescendo

 evoking multitude responses

of surprise, awe , fear, laughter and tears.

Your stories left an indelible impression

in our tender minds,

taught us many a lesson.

Today, my mind fondly reminisces

 those magical moments

 which never seem to fade

through the eons of time.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad ❤ !