Appachan Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the gentle sway of evening's grace,
There stands a figure, strong and true,
A beacon of strength in every place,
A guiding light, a love that grew.

In hands calloused by toil and care,
Lies wisdom deep, a quiet might,
His laughter rings through the evening air,
A melody of warmth, of joy, of light.

With every step, a legacy unfolds,
Of sacrifices made, of dreams deferred,
In his embrace, a haven holds,
Where love's embrace is never blurred.

Through stormy seas and darkest nights,
He steers the ship with steady hand,
His presence, like a guiding light,
Navigates us to solid land.

Though time may pass and seasons fade,
His love endures, a constant flame,
In whispered prayers and memories made,
His spirit lives on, forever the same.

So here's to fathers, steadfast and true,
Whose love knows neither bound nor tether,
In every heart, a gratitude anew,
For you, dear father, are our greatest treasure.