Poetry

My Papa

Heard about many heroesBut knows only oneAs I grow

When life was hollowHe worked under the sunSo that we outgrow

When days were as cold as snowHard earned things he burnSo that harsh cold will low

Heard about many heroesBut knows only oneAs I grow

When mind gets exhausted and slowHe is the only oneWho teaches to be mellow

Best man’s title we want to bestowTo the only oneThat is my father you know?

Heard about many heroesBut knows only oneAs I grow

                                           ~Mehak Suman

                                                   India

3 Comments

  1. Mehak Suman

    It’s a pleasure to see my poem here!

  2. well, of course it is a proud moment for you to read your own poem on your dear dad.
    it is a beautiful rendition of your thoughts and the manner in which you have expressed yourself does you proud
    keep up your good work
    congrats

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