25 December 2008

Daddu Tum

As father as God

He is there with a nod

When I want him the most

He is at the utmost

I can reach him in pain

And lovely memories to regain

With his rage I am scattered

For him the report card mattered

He tells me stories

To keep away the worries

With his grey hair

He stands near

Just a shout

And he is always here......

- Nikhil ©

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