DAD
He has harsh hands
He look hard..
He is strict
He even restricts…
Sometimes he talks rude
But actually he is not rude
He cries the tears not like every one
Every drop from his eyes falls so secretly that it’s
caught by none
I say it’s his art…
He is even given a heart
He is sad even but no one sees
He deserves some care which hardly someone gives..
He takes care and comforts everyone
Even his world is upside down..
He is so drown in responsibilities
That he forgets himself in moulding the future of his
family…
I could only say
He is someone who is very precious
Unconditionally, he loves too
Not only mothers do..
Huge respect for every dad
Whose every second melts in the thoughts of his family…
Cause it really needs someone special to be dad
And I feel thankful to have such dad….
Holding whose hand
I can walk away miles and miles of difficulties….
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