Everyone credit their mothers for the reason they were born..
But somewhere it is also true that you were the reason-I was born.
A mother is known as a Dove,
But you are never acknowledged for your Indefinite Love.
They say mother never lets her children hurt;
But you were the reason we could live in a Hut.
They say fathers are strict, stiff and other stuff;
Its because they don’t know about your life;
How Rough! How Tough!
If you were not Amidst;
We would never Exist.
Mom is the car that keeps us inside her;
But you are the Fuel that keeps running her.
Mothers are known as the gift sent by the God;
But you are the casing protecting her from all Odds!
This is my thanksgiving dedication to you, my father;
Just be with us, be it happiness or rather!
You supported us to such an extent;
So, its my turn today to thank you,
and remove all the emotional Dents!
Love You Papa!
I wrote this poem, 1 year back, on the 1st of June, 2015. The day, being my father’s birthday, I couldn’t think of any other gift apart from this, delivered with a kiss!