You Are Friend Father and Love
When I hold your hand,
With my tiny supple hand,
Gives me valour;
A support I feel,
As pillar holds,
From falling apart;
When am tired,
For comfort and warmth,
Take me in your lap,
Hold me tight;
The instinct you hold,
In your heart;
Your caress raises hope,
Saves me,
From pain and sad;
Am of your seed,
Always watch me grow;
You are friend, father, love,
And living God of mine;
© sadashivan nair
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