To Papa, With Love
Someday, when I landed on this Earth,
I found a person without whom I had no worth.
He was my identity, my reflection,
Who brought me up with true affection.
He was the one who gave me a name,
And with my sister he did the same.
All his life his tireless hands have worked for us,
And never has he made a little fuss.
He is my knowledge, my strength, my power, my model
He has always been my relief since the time I was in cradle.
Although I have troubled him sometimes,
But he loves me more than I love myself.
Although, I am a different person, but he knows me more than I know myself.
I cant say, in fact, it is a puzzle rather,
That whether Father is God or God is Father.
Copyright © Chhavi Gandhi | Year Posted 2007
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