Ghost of My Father

Don’t read only or like please comment on this poem of mine a take on daily life.

November month it is; no shaving month.

The noble cause has hidden long ago beyond gimmick.

I remain clean shaven; no moustache no beard,

But, this year I thought to be unshaven.

Yes, I grown a beard, but, being clean shaved guy

It was not an easy task.

After a lot of restraint I kept it and shaven it to-night

Leaving behind a moustache (something I keep often).

The issue was of the beard it doesn’t let me look at mirror

Gifting me a new mashed hair style and the itchiness.

My cheeks now smell of shaving cream;

(I don’t use aftershave ladies.)

The moustache that I have now will be for few weeks

Because looking at mirror I see ghost of my father.

From his old picture I can see I’m just him with this moustache.


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21 responses to “Ghost of My Father”

    1. Thanks for stopping by…

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  1. Beautiful poem.We all seek resemblance to our creators in one or the other way.

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    1. Yeah I also think so…thanks for stopping by and sharing your thought…

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  2. The person who knows you can understand this poem even better…this is one of the Awesome one! Description of hidden and revealed feelings and all that left unsaid…

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