FATHER


Struggle is the routine of life,
Hard work seems to be a friend of mine.

These eyes never cried for anyone,
This heart melted for no one.

People were products,
in the market of my Life.

My mind was biggest salesman,
Controlling others life.

But, what this happed to me all of sudden?
when a baby girl entered who was little innocent, little stubborn.

I was spell bound by a new charm,
when her baby hands touched my arms.

My conduct changed totally,
Care took over credits and love-debits in balance sheet completely.

When her little innocent lips uttered “paa” first time,
My heart melted as butter in heated pan for very first time.

I learnt to play, to enjoy, to care, to be patient;
and overall to be a good human being.

Her talks, her pampering, her demands,
I loved all of them.

But one day her little feet turned big, And she left towards her home,
Leaving me all alone.

She made me cry that day,
And changed a man to father on the very day.

Such was my experience being a Father,
And I wish every man to have a baby girl some day or another.