My Father

From my cradle up to he breathes last Being a shadow against the sun, A brightening star from the dusk, The real glorious at dawn The man who dearly clings to me And becomes the worst sufferer At my any failure Is my father. I found him with integrity in mission Expert wright of moulding best, Instructing reality of life in vision As dearest and nearest At gloom, plight and danger Who would ease with delight To keep pains far Is my father. A man of earth on earth that he was Countryside reflected on his face He passed almost eight decades As simple, unostentatious Amidst the plain, soft, hard nature With mutual feelings and care Now who is so far Is my father. He showed great sympathy from heart For the harmless and little creatures That was either at sorrow or in mirth Accompanying with cares; So they were seen at grave yard In mourning on him for hours Losing whom forever Is my father.