Shadow Always With Me

A dark shadow

Busy as bee

Nothing to see,

No matter what!

Is in a Horrible Horror

How he will face his Dear?

With sobbing Heart

Without any tear.

Neither an Anchor to hold back

Nor a Sail to take there,

But, a guiding light

Whose Love shows the way.

Is one in a million,

Never looks for praise

Just goes on quietly working

For those, he Loves most.

He doesn't know the variation of day and night,

Always struggle for his Dear's right.

Is as hard as a mountain,

For his Dear's utopian.

His Dear is no one else,

It's me who matters and dwells.

He has worked so hard so many years,

But, from today I cannot see his tears.

His beams of light fall on my face, 

I wish to remain in this beautiful place.

Shining brightly in the curtain of night

Northern Star, he is my guiding light.

His Arms are my shelter,

Assuring me that it will be better.

His Hands are in my comfort,

Lifting me up when I fall short.

His voice makes me strong,

Teaching me what is right or wrong?

He is my father it's nothing new,

Whenever I was lone he has been my crew.

I love you father!

These mere words can't describe

The brightness of your Heart,

That you continuously pour into me.