To Papa, With Love

You are my hero,
someone who has been there,
through thick and thin,
sometimes with me,
sometimes silently watching from a distance,
sometimes showing how much you care,
sometimes showing your annoyance in silence,
supporting me in every good that I did,
trying hard to save me from doing anything bad,
protecting me from every storm, well in advance.
All those walks we went for,
all those discussions we had in time,
all the things we did together,
whether it was buying vegetables,
or painting the doors,
or planting trees in the kitchen garden,
or driving together,
or sitting in the temple..
or making non-veg on a Sunday..
or debating on current affairs,
the only one who taught me right from wrong,
the only one who saw the individuality in me,
the only one who gave me the strength to fight up,
the only one who forgave me for my mistakes,
the only one who loved me selflessly,
your dedication on grooming us through years,
your perseverance in moulding us to be the best,
your patience in keeping with our nuisances always,
your determination to chisel us to be better human beings,
your contemplation to share the perfect bonding in the family,
your pursuance to instill family values in us,
days, months and years may pass by,
but your voice will always echo in my mind,
whenever I think of you,
there’s faith,
there’s belief,
there’s love,
there’s respect,
there’s adulation,
and most of all,
there’s PRIDE…
….May I get to be a part of you, in every birth that I take…
Papa, I love you. You are my pride. You are my hero.

(Happy Birthday – the 67th birthday…god give you the best of health and peace.)