learn from my dad

learn from my dad

A Poem by Happy hours
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dedicated to all fathers

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A brave soldier came in my dreams
with a great charm on his shining face
came to me and whisper in my ear
tell me to not to fear

I wonder why,why this soldier care for me
off from his duty,why he want me to be tension free
he is dress like a normal person though
he is my father,my superhero

In real world, I learn a lot for him
he is the one who earn respect
made a honest civilised man out of me
he teaches me how to live life with
the lessons of maintaining dignity
he made me 100 from zero
he is my father,my superhero

he is also a idol husband
teach me to help and to love
from organization to balance emotions
I learned it all from him
he warned me about the hard rocks on my way
also show me the path,the method to tackle the dilemma
I want the same father in all next life in the row
he is my father,my superhero

© 2014 Happy hours


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i am impressed. you really wrote amazing and your topic is nice. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Happy hours

10 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words and review :)
The poem is nicely done and it depicts your love towards your father. As for my point of view, you have shown the readers the hero hidden in a father. Your creative art is touching the reader's heart.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Happy hours

10 Years Ago

thank you ashidash for a valuable review :)
A good and decent write :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Happy hours

10 Years Ago

thank you so much
Gurleen Saluja

10 Years Ago

You're welcome :)

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Happy hours
Happy hours

Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India



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