Father Poem by abhipsa panda

Being my hero,
my father hold my life.
others hold the hands,
the hero beautifies our life.

Life flows like seasons,
we grow with time.
And there builds a relation,
when marriage comes as prime.

A daughter knows,
how it changes life.
Who else can get it,
than a married wife.

Why such apart,
is prevalent in our custom.
seizing the right to stay,
at our father's mansion.

This is what,
we call as Life.
A girl is promoted as,
a home maker, somebody's wife..