Child grows
As child is feared of dark
He or she starts
Taking shelter of parents
And always presents
With lovely talk
And try to walk
When they are on stroll
With innocent call
So when father is no more
They are scared
Of realities ahead
And try to understand and read
Mother stands as rock behind
And find
It little difficult
But her stamina is inbuilt
So father is really a hard figure
To forget in future
Even though child grows up very fast
The impression remains till last
So father is really a hard figure To forget in future Even though child grows up very fast The impression remains till last
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I would like to translate this poem
Lopamudra Mishra Thnxs, Hasmukh Mehtaji for sharing those beautiful lines and appreciation. Unlike · Reply · 1 · 1 hr