A faint emotion of empathy in me creeps.


Only after he agonizes,

Agonizes, agonizes,

And after he agonizes

much over me.

The anger-steaming blood

to him from parents had fled.

But for empathy slow-paced,

blame upon him i placed.

Silence, his nature sometimes,

i equaled to unconcern.

Diatribes, his concealed concern,

i attributed to disdain.

Unparaded Love-

on earth only he for me has.

But wisdom wakes within

only when time thumps living.


At this age, care he seeks

And a shift he pleads

From my dad, to my chap.

-(Sruthi Sikhamani)