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My Father My Hero








                                                                                                                                                                                               My pen                                          To be necessity than being great,
                                                                                                                                                                                               bursts into tears                               To be loveable than being praise able,
                                                                                                                                                                                               when I start drawing                            To be honest than being  a hero.
                                                                                                                                                                                               a sketch of                                     Always narrated the stories
                                                                                                                                                                                               My father,                                      to spare for needy and
                                                                                                                                                                                               My hero,                                        live for others.
                                                                                                                                                                                               My inspira on.                                  Now, I feel proud to be a father
                                                                                                                                                                                               Always made me sit                              and a replica of my father,
                                                                                                                                                                                               over his shoulders,                             What should I say more?
                                                                                                                                                                                               Fixing his head                                 I love you my dad,
                                                                                                                                                                                               in between my legs.                             Miss you ever.
                                                                                                                                                                                               Held my hands  ghtly                            If I con nue wri ng
                                                                                                                                                                                               to keep me safe                                 about you dear father,
                                                                                                                                                                                               And ran very fast,
                                                                                                                                                                                               To make me happy,                               About you dear father,
                                                                                                                                                                                               To make me cheerful,                            About your love,
                                                                                                                                                                                               To make me brave,                               About your preaching,
                                                                                                                                                                                               Some mes I made                                 About your sacrifices,
                                                                                                                                                                                               his neck watered                                Perhaps the ink
                                                                                                                                                                                               with my piss,                                   Of this world
                                                                                                                                                                                               Smilingly he ignored                            will get finished.
                                                                                                                                                                                               my foolish play,
                                                                                                                                                                                               my naive innocence,
                                                                                                                                                                                               and kissed my cheeks
                                                                                                                                                                                               to make me un‐feared .
                                                                                                                                                                                               Brought me up like a
                                                                                                                                                                                               King's son,
                                                                                                                                                                                               Taught me like
                                                                                                                                                                                               poor's son,
                                                                                                                                                                                               Made me strong
                                                                                                                                                                                               like a warrior's son,
                                                                                                                                                                                               but punished me
                                                                                                                                                                                               like his own son .
                                                                                                                                                                                               Always wanted me to be
                                                                                                                                                                                               clever and never a crook,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Author's Father‐in‐Laws




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