My Dad, My Pride Ever! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

A Tribute To My Dad
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Not exploded in triumphs;
Nor crumbled in failures-

Within your meagre income
Gave us all noble lives-

Sweating hard in sincere efforts
Gained ever garlands of tributes
From one and all throughout your life-

Your strides matched
A tightly strung bow;
Or the hurrying arrow
From a bow of honesty-

Your straight look
Was the roll of a chariot
Since drawn in front
By steeds of talents-

With faith unshakable
Gave us education
As the priceless wealth;
And offered it as nectar pure-

You were firm that
'Good conduct and character
Were coins of gold',

And setting an example
You led in front all along that path
Showing us the way behind-

Transplanted the saplings of literature
Protectively in our tender hearts-

Firm in faith 'yoga' matched 'yaagha'
And excelled in it even at eighty
For us to excel.to be very healthy-

Your heart was a holy land
And since we walked on it
We are filled with thoughts holy-.
O our Dad..O our Guru and Guide!
Our Prostrations at Your Holy Feet!