Dad

I have a hero I call him dad,
Who makes me smile whenever I am sad.
Dad, You are my first love
For me, you are all above.

With a morning hug,
U wake me up,
Then you run errands,
To feed me by your hands
“I hate breakfast ”, I always shout,
But I will eat it by your hands, no doubt!
For u I will always be a kid,
Coz I feel safe in your heart`s grid.

With you every secret I share,
Some which no “father” would bare!
You understand me and we feel no generation gap,
I find solace when I sleep on your lap.

You are my best friend,
From you, I derive all my strength.
You always tell me:
“be bold and strong,
Voicing your opinion is no wrong..!!
Never let this world make you a fool,
Even in the direst situation u remain cool”
Whenever In any situation I get mad,
I remember Your advice dad.

U trust me and that’s my strength,
I will never let your head bend
Will make u proud one day
In this direction every step I will lay.

Daily I do pray,
Oh god! Don’t make my dad`s hair grey..!!
Can’t see u growing old,
Coz your finger forever I wanna hold…

“why can’t I see God?” as a child this made me sad,
Now I just smile and look at u dad!!

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