A Poem to My Father on his 100th Birth Anniversary

Oh, what a great man, father was,
Mere words of mine can’t tell;
His death was surely, great a loss,
For mother, children, well!

A humble man with talents great,
Astounding, erudite;
The lucre of the world couldn’t bait
Him anytime nor bite!

He used his talents God-given,
For sake of poor brethren;
He earned a place good in heaven,
And love of kith and kin!

If he were ’live today, he’ll be
A hundred years of age!
He served well God, the Almighty,
And earned His golden page.

Like bright a star, he shines in sky,
And guides his children, wife;
We yearn to meet him when we die:
What exemplary life!

Dedicated in memory of my loving father,
Shri. A.T.Antoniswamy M.A., L.T., (late)

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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