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"The Love I Didn't See, But Always Felt" by Aswini Krishna

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May 15th, 2026

The Love I Didn't See, But Always Felt

by Aswini Krishna

I first heard from my mother's voice,
how my father's eyes lit up when I was born.
How hard he worked, how much he gave up,
just to give me the best of everything.
 
It was always through her stories,
that I learned the depth of his love.
I'd share my wishes with my mom,
but he was the one who quietly made them come true.
 
As a child, I often wondered 
Does he not care?
Why doesn't he show love like others do?
But as I grew older, I finally understood:
his love wasn't loud, but it was real, steady, and deep.

He couldn't say it out loud,
but he loved like no one else ever could.
I now realize how my favourite things
magically appeared on my desk,
just after I mentioned them to my mom.
 
He may have looked serious,
but that was just his way of loving.
And today, I wish I could go back
just to be his little girl again,
playing on his heart, sitting in his lap, holding his hand.

Parents are the only ones who love us unconditionally,
with no expectations in return.
Whether expressed in words or not, their love is real.
Some love is meant to be felt, not spoken
like the quiet love of a father.
Instead of waiting for them to show love,
try showing it first and you'll see,
no one's love could ever compare to theirs.


About the Poet
Aswini Krishna resides in Machilipatnam, Andhra Pradesh, India.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications on Aswini Krishna's Artist Page.

This poem is also featured in Comet #8, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.

Keywords: Father's Love, Unspoken Love, Parental Bonds

Previously published in India Poetry Magazine:
Farewell, My Dhak
by Siddh Dutta

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