The fathers are great figures,
As they work for our welfare,
They have lost their sleep,
Searching for the hope,
To rise us from fetus,
Feeding the mothers,
With nutrition and love,
The fathers are great, In every part of the world,
When they start to talk,
To themselves, rubbing their hands in silence,
Scratching the scalp with no particular answers,
The children are in their hearts,
Though they are wayward and awkward,
They are our fathers, hard to be hated,
But to be loved and remembered,
We are there in their conversations,
When they gather to drink and celebrate,
We are there in their mind,
When they look at the children of others,
Who walk on the road, carrying a school bag,
Pregnant with a child, struggling for a living,
A father never compromises his feelings,
For the love of his family and off spring,
At any cost, a tired human would make us to smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the young will become the next fathers. A great poem.