It starts from the day we come into this world
and after that it lasts forever.
Father is not just a relation
but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.
We cannot thank you enough, ever.
You never stop watching over us, do you?
My childhood pictures were taken only by you.
In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger
and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.
No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .
Underneath that tough and quiet exterior
we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.
Yet your wish to make us better
asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?
That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.
Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,
at times harsh but always fair,
Father you are hard to comprehend.
I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair
and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.
No child can ever document their father’s role
because there are some things you just cannot express.
Words too have limitations after all
Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.
Father, the person we fail to call.
All we can say is a Thank You
and we will try to be a bit more like you.
It will be tough but it will be worth it.
Even though we don’t say this enough,
Father, we really really Love You.
You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.
-Nishant, The Son.
