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 ❤ !