My Father Poem by Amit Kumar

. MY FATHER

A baker he is and hard working person
swallowed all pains and shed happiness to me,
never cares of his wishes
busy in making our wishes come true

He got up early at 3O'clock
makes himself busy with floor and sweat
because a baker needs muscular strenth to bake
he works whole day till night.

I have seen him with sweat
felt bad and cried inside for the situation
Why I couldnt be able to help
my father to come out of filthy place?

My father loves his two sons
he did all to make us educated and honoured.
HE never beg others for us but worked hard
to make our life gayful and smooth

I adore my father and I love my father,
for our sake he disowns all
even parents but his soul always remains
with grandparents, always kept them in his heart
LOVE U DAD! ! ! ! ! ! !