Father's Day
He taught us to work hard and be counted
We may have been delinquent yet patience he mounted
He was strict with us and with himself as well
We were bit scared but it made discipline in us dwell
As we grew up, he chiseled our rough angles
And always warned us of impending tangles
He himself was not fortunate to have gone to college
But was wise to grasp progress went with knowledge
Dislocated from native land, he had to struggle to raise family
Fate was also unkind as he lost his life partner fairly early
Not a loser, lone he waged his battles hard
Protected us children like a rock boulevard
One by one we all settled well and wanted to take our turn
Alas, it was not to be, as he did not accept the favor return
Old, he still works hard and goes about his daily chores
Wishes to be independent, our request to help he ignores
Hard times have perhaps taken a toll on his softer self
Pray to lord he finds peace and happiness in his shelf
We respect him from our hearts for all his cares for us
Why he does not take our help is still a mystery for us
I have learnt, dear father, now that I am myself a father of two
Lots of patience is essential to raise a family without much ado
Your virtues of industry and self-respect I try to pass down
Complementing firmness with touch of love that we all yearn
We do not underestimate the values of the times you had faced
Between father and his progeny, paternal love remains glazed.
We respect your solitude and your intent to do it your own way
I want to say you are in our hearts and shall always hold sway
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