The Real Hero

I, being a young girl, am going to enter the world That sometimes fills my mind with a strange fear. Not know the way to look for a gay Who will stand by me and will say, “Don’t fear, oh dear, I am here”. The man, who will be,‘MY REAL HERO’, the one Who will fight for me against all the bad element The thought of which disturbs my mind. The one who won’t desert me Nor hurt me, the one, Who will find his joy in my smile, And be filled with sorrow If he finds any tears in my eyes. Can there exist any such man in this ugly world, Where men look for a chance to do a romance With no real feelings of love, No willingness to sacrifice That a truly real love demands? Can he be one among the many male companions in my class, Or should I wait for the time When he will shock me With his sudden entrance in my life? I close my eyes to imagine How my real hero looks like with all his passion. What I see, the figure that appears Is that of my ‘Papa’, the very first man in my life. As the image becomes clearer A broad smile on my face appears And my eyes become wet with tears. It seems as if I have become wiser than my age And known how to write on the book of my life the next page. Oh! Dear Papa! How foolish I was for having such a thought! No other Hero can there be in my life except you-you being the ‘REAL HERO’. Why should I have any worry since you are always with me As you have been since I came into this world and will always be. I know my second man will be a xerox copy of you, My Life Partner, whom you will choose for me.