7th July, 2020.
Holding me up since I was born,
Protecting me from the smallest thorn,
The influential of my earliest memory,
First man in my life and he'll always be.
As a child he always let me be curious,
The only saviour when my mom's furious,
Waiting at the door, for him to come home,
Even though tired, he'd take me to roam.
His perpetual love for our native land,
Strolling those fields, holding my hand,
Made sure he filled my memories,
With lovely groves and breezy palm trees,
God's gifted personal mentor,
Also our own cuisine inventor,
Cooking new things and lifting our mood,
We'd wait intently as his magic brewed.
Fathers do possess the strongest hearts,
Shielding us from life's eternal darts,
Not so soft-spoken, though he may seem,
But constantly impelling our self esteem.
When life sometimes punches too hard,
But still our man never let's down his guard,
His limitless will to seek for the light,
Consistently he's stood by my plight.
Incalculable love and man of sacrifice,
Comprehending him will never suffice,
Leads us through this arduous course,
His guiding light and moral force.
~ Neeraj Giri © ~
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