Imaginative poem
Down the memory lane
I was thinking
to become an Astronomer
specially when
I had noticed Armstrong, the strong man
stretching his arm
and walking on the Moon.
Contrary to my ambition
my father believed in Astrology
which he was practising
as a family tradition
with full dedication.
Many used to pay
many visits to find their fortune
but never paid
sufficiently to bring up his fortune
which in turn
would have given way to my fortune.
As expected, it resulted
in his poorness
despite his tiredness,
Daddy was happy
but not me
nor my Mummy.
Yet he forced me
to learn Astrology
and advised me
to set aside Astronomy.
He wanted me
to continue family traditions
keeping aside other temptations.
I did not listen
as there was a different vision;
I should achieve the mission.
Dear Daddy,
I need you,
I worship you,
I respect you,
and I request you
to approve my decision;
let there be no fascination
and no falsification.
I was thinking
to become an Astronomer
specially when
I had noticed Armstrong, the strong man
stretching his arm
and walking on the Moon.
Contrary to my ambition
my father believed in Astrology
which he was practising
as a family tradition
with full dedication.
Many used to pay
many visits to find their fortune
but never paid
sufficiently to bring up his fortune
which in turn
would have given way to my fortune.
As expected, it resulted
in his poorness
despite his tiredness,
Daddy was happy
but not me
nor my Mummy.
Yet he forced me
to learn Astrology
and advised me
to set aside Astronomy.
He wanted me
to continue family traditions
keeping aside other temptations.
I did not listen
as there was a different vision;
I should achieve the mission.
Dear Daddy,
I need you,
I worship you,
I respect you,
and I request you
to approve my decision;
let there be no fascination
and no falsification.
end- ನಡೆದದ್ದು ಅಲ್ಲ imagination written sometime ಇನ್ 2002
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