He is My Father

 Father, my foremost favorite, very close friend 

Ever present in any circumstances, 

King of humor, spreads smile in every faces

Understands me, thinks betterment for me 

Men full of dedication, loving and caring 

See this is how he reflects himself 

Calls to be my father indeed. 

Life is full of challenges , lots of risk to bear 

Yet the soul is not afraid, facing confidently 

Men having patience, confident remains same

Seems to be bold from outward appearance Never shows fear hidden behind his face.

Calls to be my father indeed. 

My ink won't stop flowing, I keep writing 

Like rivers constantly flowing on its way 

I won't stop praising until ink stop flowing Thoughts are craving, to fill my page 

No matter how many words I pour on page 

This still remains incomplete 

One voice always emits the same 

he calls to be my father indeed.