MY DAD

Thanks, oh my Lord!
For you gifted me with the,
Most beautiful helping hands,
Which always holds me tight,
Whenever I am about to fall,
Never making my eyes wet,
Attending to all my needs,
He is the one who showered me,
With all the goods and fines,
That God has made in this,
Beautiful mother earth,
I Know how much he strives,
Just to keep me happy.
Turning back to childhood,
I remember those Ieasons,
I learned sitting on his lapse,
Whatever  I am today, is nothing.
But his sweating of yesterday,
Its holding his fingers,
That I heard to walk
Its only on his shoulders,
That I have ever rested,
He becomes a comedian,
Just to make me laugh,
He becomes my best friend,
For me to share my heart,
Inspiring me now and always,
He is a sweet little pearl,
A model of simple and pure love,
On the velvet carpet of my soul,
Never leaving me all alone,
Always walking by my side
Giving life to all the,
New dawns in my life.
Was none other than,
My dad

Nisha A.B.
Option: English