My Dear Father Poem by Asma Tahir

Oh My Dear Father!
How much struggle you have done
You should do rest now
Your bones become dull
Your eyes become pale
You are becoming old
But still there is strength in your mind
No matter not in your body
Give up running
Now its time
To look at your fresh blood
It Runs as fast as you could
Stop worrying about your illness
Just Think
Your hopes
Your dreams
your undone works
Are in my blood
I ll make this all true
But Father
Old Age is on your side bed
I know a man like you
Afraid of go in hand with it
But you have to shake hand with it..