The Father

A Father feels numbness pain. Thereafter he is fine He feign. It`s because of them whom he keeps in his vein. He never thinks of his own loss or gain. His heart is made of Iron does n`t tell yea or nay. He might be crippled and broken even he cannot cry. There is no one like him, he never bothers. As a man he might be right or wrong but he is best as a father.