The day, I was born,
Your eyes, filled w/ tears,
Seeing me, you shower,
Me with good prayers!
You're harsh as a rock,
But soft as a pearl,
A magician, who fills
Colors in my world!
You sacrifice a lot, I know
You killed your dreams,
Just, to make me grow!
You worked very hard,
Though, in de hot sun,
Only, b/c as I can sleep,
Well & have much fun!
Disk slip, those 3 months,
Are very much tighter,
You fought hard & win,
B/c you're a born fighter!
You're my first teacher,
You stood like a beam,
And you're de one who
Shaped my self-esteem!
You taught me the,
Value of hard-earned
Money, & de lesson of,
No pain, No Gain!
Value education is,
What you've offered me,
So I can be successful,
& one day, will fly free!
All those tight slaps,
Taught me a lesson,
So I'll be on a right path,
& work with passion!
When times are low,
You stood up for me,
You motivated me a lot,
And cared for me!
I know, I have done,
Nothing, so you're proud,
My victory, one day,
Will sure cry aloud!
Nothing, I can gift you,
So I am writing this today,
All I wants to say is,
"Happy Father's Day! "
Your Son
(Raj Kashyap)
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