My Dad
My Dad
Sombre , may he look
With glasses reading a book
You know better though
That he is a jovial soul
Made of ingredients majorly
Love, care and wisdom
You can't describe completely
Without a sprinkle of sarcasm!
Never would he deny
Never would he grudge
For something ask once
Served here is the sky
Several roles does he play
Yet never he does sway
He is friend rather than parent
Oh my my , life's biggest adornment ...!