Letter To father

Father,

I would have loved you more
Had you felt happy
When I was born
As you felt when at the time of my brother …

Dear father,
I would have cared you more
Had you shared your thoughts
On life and property
As you did with my brother ..

But oh! Father,
You commanded me like a priest
You treated me like a beast
Concealed all your thoughts
Revealed your hegemony
Imposed your tyranny
Granted full freedom to brother

Father
When I confided to mother
And innocently asked her the reason
She sobbed holding me in her arms
‘Dear,
Adjust to circumstances ‘….

Father,
Now I realise
The meaning of my mother ‘s sobs
And her pain

Remember father,
It was Cordelia who cared king Lear
And as long as you fail
To value services of mother
Do not care me as your daughter
You cannot appreciate nature
And every creature

Father,
I cannot share my love
Unless you share it with my mother
And myself equally
Along with my elder brother ….
Note

Cordelia is the third daughter of King Lear ( Shakespeare drama)

Sheshu Babu is a writer from anywhere and everywhere

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