Father

A poem for my father.

Father

 

With many names a father is call,

I am his doll and he is my wall.

 

If he is heart I am its beat,

Can never be separated like steam and heat.

 

He is my hero and I am his princess,

Father like him is life’s bliss.

 

He supports me in every manner,

As if I am climber and he is supporter.

 

He is introvert and laugh barely,

But when I am in need he becomes friendly.

 

He is my life’s elixir,

To be like him is my lifelong desire.

 

I have broken his many dreams,

He might have upset but never scream.

 

He is very kind and humble,

He holds me whenever I stumble.

 

I want to follow him like shadow follows sun,

He lives a life which is a lesson to learn.

 

Without him my every birth will not matter,

Like word can’t exist without letter.

 

 

~Arpita.