Shades of His Father!

The Pretending Poet

He comes out of a crowded cab covered in dust and sweat,

The day full of exhaustion shows in his slumbering tired eyes,

Carrying his briefcase in one hand, settling the glasses with other,

Shades of his father are prominent.

Crawling little lad of his, screeching “Papa” reminds him of himself,

His wife’s disgust on him coming late is not new either,

The mirror reminds him of the damage his buccal has gone through due to tobacco,

A tummy has quietly protruded its way outwards

Shades of his father are prominent.

As the springs have gone by, he now likes to keep his manhood close to his lips.

He never did when he was a college chicken

He doesn’t believe in painting his ageing head black

Every day, he stares through the portrait of a man, who looked so similar,

Shades of his father are prominent.

The responsibilities have brought…

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