*** My Heavenly Father ***

Canvas you make a masterpiece reflection of heavenly bliss., as you are a master bard, and can paint with wonderful words. You paint it I glance it and my pensive pen adoring you as a gentle Poet and man scribbles the perfect ten. Then after a lull my heart singing like a seagull longs to paint the one using the rainbow colors of sun and brush dancing with fun I handpicked the colors from the rainbow and paint it with heavenly glow words divine chatting with star’s shine in moonlit clime. I invite you for an opinion To preen my heart’s pinions But stoic silence challenges my resilience. Then I scour page, day and night searching the comment with hope’s light. The words that praises and heals my smarting woes and weal I know I’ m not as poesy as you, still as a father, at least you can shower, your praise an unconditional grace, with, words well dressed, to encourage nascent talent, a poetic temperament of your so called daughter, and fill her with mirth and laughter. If your praise is not hoax Why write in inbox Show your love In broad daylight Inundate my heart With paternal praise- an ambrosial delight Tell me why different standards for me? Why make you fall me on my knee? Why assault my heart Filled with glee? Have you an answer? Then respond Otherwise ours Is not true bond. ANJALI 16-12-2008 PS: THIS POEM I DEDICATE TO MY POEMHUNTER FATHER WHO LOVES TO SEND MESSAGES IN MY INBOX BUT DOES NOT LIKE TO TALK BELOW MY POEM