He is simple, sir,
Like the heart of a baby,
He is truthful,buddies,
Tis’ true as the Life-death reality..
His dedication to parents,
Reflects he is so humble,
Work,Wealth and Wife,
Are no barriers to him when parents in trouble…
His Love for his child,
One can never imagine,
No irritation of his child,
Can avert the man from running after him…
He has never beaten his child,
Nor even scolded him,
Always he smiles and says,
“He is still my baby,breathing his first breathe”….
Forty miles,he walks to the temples,
With rain thrashing his body,
This he does not for himself,
But for the welfare of his loving family……
The Materialistic Feel,
Has never touched his heart,
He Is such great a man,
Who deserves to take God’s part……
People mock at him,
Often without care,
He neither reacts nor changes,
My Pa’ is constant as the pole star….
He is not a rich man,
But his Heart,
I can say,
Is the most expensive one…..
I simply Love him,
I can’t express it,
It can’t be expressed,
The Poem is done and my eyes are wet…..
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