My father
The best creation of god.
Always hiding my mistakes and
Swallowing my sorrows.
Teaching me to be bold
And also to respect the old.
Polishes my shoes everyday,
Hope I live up to his expectations someday.
Would not want his head to bow down
Will make sure to always make him proud.
He catches my tears
When they start rolling down
And even becomes a clown when I frown.
He treats me like a princess of an old forgotten town
But he is no less than a king himself
With his respectful crown.
He respects the choices and decisions that I make
He values them as my final stake.
The person with whom I watch
Cricket and football matches
Dancing and shouting at the t.v together
When Dhoni catches.
He always has a guiding hand
We always sing together with our favourite band.
Acts a referee in the mother daughter fights
And later tells me how I was not right.
Waiting with me everyday at the bus stop
For the late school bus and
Not even complaining once of his tired legs.
I know how difficult it is to hide
His emotions in front of me.
To know not to cry even in the toughest of situations
But I am his daughter and I know what he feels
Even when he does not speak.
I wish all this remains the same everyday
And I never have to leave him some day.
In all this hurry and haste
All I want is a father daughter space.
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Treasury Of Thoughts
Não FicçãoHello everyone! This book contains some piece of articles and poetry on varied topics . Will make sure that I publish more articles in the near future.
