A father's love, like roots of an ancient tree,
Nourishes the hearts of his children, wild and free. In the dawn's early light, his journey starts, With dreams of their future, he carries in his heart.
His hands grow rough, his back may bend, But for their needs, his will won't bend. Toiling long hours, through sweat and grime, He shapes their world, one day at a time.
In the shadows, he stands, a silent hero, His love, a fire, burning bright and thorough. The world may see his sacrifice untold, But to his children, he's their fortress, strong and bold.
He forsakes his wants, his desires, his dreams, For the laughter of his children, and their gleams. A beacon of love, a lighthouse in the dark, A father's devotion, a love's eternal spark.
When the day is done, he returns with a smile, His children, his treasure, his soul's sweet compile. In their laughter, he finds solace and peace, His love for them, a bond that will never cease.
A father's love, a force unparalleled, In the hearts of his children, forever to dwell. For their joy and their future, he'll never tire, A selfless father, a love that'll never expire.
#hemant #kurmi
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