My Hero
My Hero
My hero is my son
Two and half years old with fun
Provides pleasure me more than heaven
When he runs in park tumbling on
Remembrance of him since his born
Numerous assumptions about his grown
I am his father having dream of his success
Rear and cure, educate best of the best
Lily wags tail and stands before him
Son stretches little palm to touch him
Lily runs to catch ball again and again
My son giggles enjoying its run
Such type of bliss is real in life
When kid remains without fault of choice
My hero is my that tiny son
I can control him imbibing fun.
Date 24/04/2017
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