My Tala

For the longest time the world told you

You were only meant for the flatlands.

And yet you, you, tenacity personified, 

you forged on to reach for the mountains.

I told you one day, I wanted to reach the mountain peak,

You said it won’t be easy. Well, we know nothing worth having is easy anyway

And together, we climbed and we seized the clouds.

Then one day, they told us the unimaginable.

That we have reached the end.

That this is all we could ever go to, absolutely nowhere else.

We are finally here at our final stop, to stay and just wait.

That all we have is hope - that passive non-acceptance

of the inevitable. 

Of the slow and yet harrowing, imminent fall to our nadir.

Yet I know, you know, what you do everyday is nothing close to passive.

Not one bit.

Not at all.

Because everyday, I see you endure. I see you toil.

For in this world of easy roads, of indifference, of resignation,

You’ve always opted to reach for the stars.

And we’ll be with you until we can hold it with our own hands.

Everyday we rise.

Everyday we fight.

To our sine qua non, happy father’s day :)