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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