My Father
From my cradle up to he breathes last
Being a shadow against the sun,
A brightening star from the dusk,
The real glorious at dawn
The man who dearly clings to me
And becomes the worst sufferer
At my any failure
Is my father.
I found him with integrity in mission
Expert wright of moulding best,
Instructing reality of life in vision
As dearest and nearest
At gloom, plight and danger
Who would ease with delight
To keep pains far
Is my father.
A man of earth on earth that he was
Countryside reflected on his face
He passed almost eight decades
As simple, unostentatious
Amidst the plain, soft, hard nature
With mutual feelings and care
Now who is so far
Is my father.
He showed great sympathy from heart
For the harmless and little creatures
That was either at sorrow or in mirth
Accompanying with cares;
So they were seen at grave yard
In mourning on him for hours
Losing whom forever
Is my father.
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