With his heart so big and hands so small
All set to guide us all
Everyone has, but no one knows
What a blessing it really shows
We learn from him, when we are in pram
Looking upto him, as we grow warm
Shouting at him to get things done
As we grow to be an independent one
With no regrets for whatsoever done
Carried away with daily routine
Finding no time to Think or to Thank
Days passed by with not much chink
Summers passed and Winters flushed
Spring passed by with flowers furbished
Came the day when breeze got choked
Around were the looks of kins so shocked
Lying numb on the floor, covered
Smile on his face that was left uncovered
Events flashed for days bygone
Wished I got the time forgone
Took him for granted, when he was alive
He found us the motive to live
Longing to get hugged so keen
Now I know what it does mean
It's a Blessing that we get from God
Realize the fact when life in bod
Love him, hug him, kiss him- one by one
He is "Father" of each and everyone
Paying homage to my dearest father, who left us 22 years back.
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