bhupender swarnakar (2-10-1995 / earth)
My father
My father is so cute
That he got me a flute
My father is so sweet
That I like to touch his feet
My father is so nice
And also too much wise
My father is so good
That he always ask me food
My father kicks me twice
Whenever I tell lice
My father is so healthy
That he need not to be healthy
My father is so bold
That he has never suffered cold
My father is so strong
That he can go against wrong
My father’s hands are so long
That they never let me sing a song
My father dries my tears at a touch
That is why I love him so much
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