Father.. A Bearer

Both of them were hurt
But only her wounds were visible
He was concealing his pain
Treasuring it within the heart
To keep calm and to be viewed as strong
She was crying and but he was still like any mountain
But within his heart, turmoil was developing
She was declining at the thoughts
But he was becoming stiffer with it
Each passing moment has its own impact
Wind for someone and heat for the other.
It is impractical to say he is strong
But he know he will be the only carrier when everything is gone
So he stood still in a corner, watching his kids going away from him,
 For all the hatred his kids have and all the tears his wife has shed
He has to bear it all,
Because he was the FATHER,
He chose to be the Bearer.
  



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