FATHER

He held my hands & made me walk,

holding pen, he taught me A,B,C...

Everyday he woke up early before dusk, 

to make breakfast & prepare me for school.

And how carefully he taught me to cross roads & board the bus.

Back home, he served lunch, 

and washed my uniform.

   And how he sat late nights for my exams.

As I grow up, he grew up with me,

He listened every nonsense of mine,

                                 and smiled with me. 

Like a good friend, 

he heard every joy-n-sorrow of my life.

    And how he taught to tackle with all.

But, alas! this is an imagination,

creation of my mind,

                              a day dream.

I wish I could reverse the time,

and all these happen with me.

I could feel the warmth & love of that man,

His caring and friendliness for me,

the person, I can hug and say-

                                  he means God to me,

                                  the person, my Father