Guidance Of Father Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

In childhood's days, when shadows seemed so vast,
My father's voice would gently guide my way,
With steadfast love, he'd help me through the fray,
His wisdom, like a beacon, unsurpassed,
He taught me morals, values that will last,
A compass true, he showed me right from wrong,
In stormy seas, his faith would keep me strong,
He shaped my character with love steadfast.

Through youthful years, his guidance did not wane,
His patient hand would gently point the course,
Through highs and lows, his love would e'er remain,
And when I stumbled, he would be my source,
Oh, father dear, your lessons I hold dear,
Your guidance, in my heart, will e'er appear.