A true story of poor father
Why you judge a father second to her
He too nourish us with great care.
His love is silent and far beyond measure
In joy of our heart he gets his pleasure.
He accounts the needs of all his family
Clad in a torn shirt, spends, the nights chilly.
But provides us, he warmer clothes
Toils only for us and never sloths.
I have seen him in same ragged shirt ,for years
In the corner of dark room shedding tears.
When he feels unable to buy us pencils because
he has not enough to unpaid bills.
He grows up a sweetish crops
But destroyed by heavy rain.
Work is harder but result is less
Goes to market and few cash.
In the morning he promised all a dress
But only two he could purchase.
Next day all his family was in a gleam
But in the same ragged shirt ,he was seen
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