Fathers Day.
In 1972, President Richard Nixon signed a law declaring that Father’s Day be celebrated annually on the third Sunday in June. It has been an official, permanent national holiday ever since.
My son texted me Happy Fathers Day on this 19th June. What images does the mind conjure when it comes across this word? Father in heaven? Father, the XY chromosome? Father, the bread winner?
To me, the term Father was and will remain a larger than life, charismatic, inimitable, masculine force. A force that liberates. A love that doesn't degenerate to an emotional transaction. A love that never binds but still connects. An implicit love that is never held hostage by the need for any overtly ritualistic expression. A love that brings a smile on the lips. A thread that weaves an invisible expansile cocoon of protective benevolence. An energy that intoxicates, a vitality that overflows, a positivity that's infectious.An endless gumption for life, an insatiable quest for progress, an unending childlike curiosity, an indomitable spirit. A principle that embodied the generosity of Karna, the wisdom of Krishna, the humility of Arjuna and the wrath of Shiva. A nobility that touches a chord deep within, a selfless magnanimity,a heart warming equanimity. A laughter with the fragrance of masculinity, tenderness that would shame a mother, trust and faith in me, that would make the Creator envious. A touch that comforts, a word that lifts the morale, a smile that cheers, a hug that vanquishes fears. A freshness that rejuvenates, an energy that's boundless, an enthusiasm that's infectious, a sensitivity that's sublimely intuitive. An honesty that endears, a body that never tires, a celebration that never ends, an arm that forever fends. A joy that needs no reason, light that never fades, a warmth that perpetually radiates. A benediction that never fails, a transience that's eternal, an indulgence that's truly paternal.A friend who shares, a mate who cares. A soul that's immortal.
Dad you are a father like none another.
In 1972, President Richard Nixon signed a law declaring that Father’s Day be celebrated annually on the third Sunday in June. It has been an official, permanent national holiday ever since.
My son texted me Happy Fathers Day on this 19th June. What images does the mind conjure when it comes across this word? Father in heaven? Father, the XY chromosome? Father, the bread winner?
To me, the term Father was and will remain a larger than life, charismatic, inimitable, masculine force. A force that liberates. A love that doesn't degenerate to an emotional transaction. A love that never binds but still connects. An implicit love that is never held hostage by the need for any overtly ritualistic expression. A love that brings a smile on the lips. A thread that weaves an invisible expansile cocoon of protective benevolence. An energy that intoxicates, a vitality that overflows, a positivity that's infectious.An endless gumption for life, an insatiable quest for progress, an unending childlike curiosity, an indomitable spirit. A principle that embodied the generosity of Karna, the wisdom of Krishna, the humility of Arjuna and the wrath of Shiva. A nobility that touches a chord deep within, a selfless magnanimity,a heart warming equanimity. A laughter with the fragrance of masculinity, tenderness that would shame a mother, trust and faith in me, that would make the Creator envious. A touch that comforts, a word that lifts the morale, a smile that cheers, a hug that vanquishes fears. A freshness that rejuvenates, an energy that's boundless, an enthusiasm that's infectious, a sensitivity that's sublimely intuitive. An honesty that endears, a body that never tires, a celebration that never ends, an arm that forever fends. A joy that needs no reason, light that never fades, a warmth that perpetually radiates. A benediction that never fails, a transience that's eternal, an indulgence that's truly paternal.A friend who shares, a mate who cares. A soul that's immortal.
Dad you are a father like none another.
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