My DADA Poem by ShubhamTDad. I really love my dad. And don't think that this poem will be enough to describe him. A tribute to my dad. MY DAD He goes early in the morning, without seeing my sleepy eyes. Though, he comes late at night, he wants me near him. When I am sick, is a little weak. Never shows his face, when due to financial crisis he weep. Large and little joys of my childhood, which I forgot, but he remembered to keep. Cares about me and my study, behaves like he is strict and, not my buddy. Nothing is more precious to my DAD, than me. Walked with hand in hand, Like tree holds fruit, he held my hand when I try to run. Time went; Now sitting in his wheelchair, and joys and long walks were end, he watches me and his results. Every now I wish to God, 'Please send me back when I and my DADDY slept together watching to stars, and moon, and black infinite sky. -Shubham.T © 2019 ShubhamTAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 22, 2019 Last Updated on March 22, 2019 Tags: Freedom, shubhamt, new, poem, wings, Wingaof freedom, World From My Perspective, my dad, love, trending AuthorShubhamTPune, Haveli, IndiaAboutHi, I, am Shubham from India. Although my mother tongue is Marathi I am a huge fan of English writers and language. I would always appreciate your suggestions and reviews regarding my writing, after a.. more..Writing
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