SWEAT, BLOOD , GORE (In appreciation of every parent!)

Crystalline sweat forms slowly on his forehead

Creating a chain of sparkly twinkling water droplets

Forming a star cosmos above his eye brows

And Coupled with the dark black hole like spots where pimples used to reside

His face gives the perfect image of the galaxy to which he fathers

A galaxy that tells a story of sweat and struggles, Blood and Gore

But his galaxy as if he were lactose intolerant is not the milky way

His is one driven by passion and ethics like a raging bull protecting the herd

For in his galaxy , contrary to the permanent tattoo like markings on his face there are no numerous planets and or black holes

Just two stars embedded in his memory like memory in an ultrabook

Two stars that fuel his passion and magnify his desire to provide

The oxygen to his unquenchable fire

The chlorophyll to his green Grinch like understandable greed

The stars that like fireflies in a dense jungle provide light when lost in the dark tunnel of despair

The names of these stars are hidden

For the night is dark, and the veil is thick

But the titles are plain and simple, like monks in a temple

They are wife and daughter

The Sun like a conspiring force increases intensity just as his workload doubles

If I did not know any better ,I would call this an evil sabotage of sorts

His mud baked cake like skin hungers for shade

With Parched lips which are no stranger to scars , yearning for the rejuvenation only found in water.

His melon shaped bald head cries out for mercy

And yet he like a trained veteran ignores all these signs

he remains adamant in his work, with the stoicism of a battle hardened Nazi general

Forsaking rest and enduring pain

Like a lead actor in an action film

Only Difference is that no one gets to yell ‘cut’

The only communication present like hushed spies are nods of the head that tell him to continue

So he toils on

For he has a deadline to meet

And In his world meeting deadlines equal bonuses

And bonuses translate to extra, better food in the stomachs of his family

And that joy on their faces alone is enough to parry the full on assault by the tyrannical sun.

And so like a Spartan at the hot gates he soldiers on

For his pain is great but his passion is greater

So blow after blow he endures, falling, but coming back more resistant

Tumbling but getting back up with a spring

And as if he were a blade in a furnace, the more heat that comes his way

The stronger, more resilient he becomes

Its quite a sight to behold, a competition of strengths

A competition of passion

So the morale of it stands, a journey of sacrifice

Love over pain

Endurance in the face of adversity

Sacrifice for the ones you love

Giving up your ghost slowly , that another may have life fully

This is the behind the scenes story of every parent

The struggle behind the smiles

The journey behind the miles

Hidden testimonial of their love

Written wills engraved in sweat and tears

To every mum and dad out there, I tip my hat