My dad’s emotions didn’t always find words, feelings were left to be understood, like hills don’t speak, yet, welcome us to their peak. His actions screamed – austerity, but, feelings conveyed sincerity and security. Happy father’s day to fathers – one and all, Your deeds, like towering trees stand tall.
Source: Unsung Heroes by Shalini Kathuria Narang at Spillwords.com
Published by Shalini Kathuria Narang
Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press and San Antonio Review. She is originally from New Delhi.
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