The weight of the family on his shoulder,
Climbing every mountain and breaking every boulder.
Standing tall like a shield
Facing every problem, refusing to yield.
He can be a rain of thunder, a shower of love
He is another form of the god above.
He is there to pull me to my destination
I bring him problems and he carries out the investigation.
He taught me lessons, more precious than any scripture,
His vast self, cannot fit in a physical picture.
He knows no rest, he will walk the mile,
After a day of handwork, he will still carry a smile.
Strong yet soft, rigid yet flowing
Even if its the darkest hour, his words shall be glowing.
He is my father, a warrior and a saint in one,
I know words are not enough.. but hey dad, thanks a ton!
Gonna make me cry boy 😥