Those days, the happy ones when childhood simmered, Father's pride and his gait was a matter of great fear, His eyes, like charcoal black that haunted during sins, the Scared cat I always became when he was ready to beat. When I broke a pot or failed in my weekly exams, Each day was a surprise because I feared his forms, An adamant but lovely human is my Dad, Still, his slippers were something that made me sad. I wanted to become like him but I knew it carried pride, And my mischief with his scolding was a great fright, His remnants, his slippers as I preserve them today, I rewind the moments, some memories of the bygone days. I still fail to see how his heavy figure cast a shadow, That protected us from storms, harsh or mellow, His slippers are now my only companion walking me, The fear, it gradually metamorphosed into glee. Your souvenir I'd forever treasure in my heart, Your slippers are now a soulful part of my heart.