When I came to this Earth,
I felt a gentle but a bit hard touch,
But by then I didn't realize its worth
These hands were always there,
For me when I dropped,
And when I walked with my feet bare
Those hands were raised on my first day,
I had in school with strangers,
To Wave me with love and to pray
A prayer for me to learn to walk,
To stand again when I drop,
And to learn the right words to talk
When I grew a little older,
Those hands no longer remained just hands,
But turned into a shoulder
A shoulder for me when I cry,
To give me support,
And courage to again try
Today I too share a bond with them,
A bond of a friend and a counsellor,
And make people to realize the worth of that gem
There is a long way to go,
With these hands and shoulder,
The rest I'll write when I myself will know
These hands and shoulder hv a name rather,
Than just symbol of support n love,
A name similar to God's that's "Father"
By:- Mukashifa Patrick
A Very Happy Father's Day Papa🤗🤗
(Though m two days late but Every day is Father's n Mother's day❤️.. Infact your entire life is theirs ❤️)
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Into The Depths
PoetryIt is when you dive into the depths of the ocean Inside you....!! And encounter the Worlds of different Emotions (Sorrow, Joy, Spirituality, Fun etc....) Find Your INNER WORLD and start Dwelling in it!!
