The day, I was born, 
Your eyes, filled w/ tears, 
Seeing me, you shower, 
Me with good prayers! 
You're harsh as a rock, 
But soft as a pearl, 
A magician, who fills
Colors in my world! 
You sacrifice a lot, I know
You killed your dreams, 
Just, to make me grow! 
You worked very hard, 
Though, in de hot sun, 
Only, b/c as I can sleep, 
Well & have much fun! 
Disk slip, those 3 months, 
Are very much tighter, 
You fought hard & win, 
B/c you're a born fighter! 
You're my first teacher, 
You stood like a beam, 
And you're de one who
Shaped my self-esteem! 
You taught me the, 
Value of hard-earned
Money, & de lesson of, 
No pain, No Gain! 
Value education is, 
What you've offered me, 
So I can be successful, 
& one day, will fly free! 
All those tight slaps, 
Taught me a lesson, 
So I'll be on a right path, 
& work with passion! 
When times are low, 
You stood up for me, 
You motivated me a lot, 
And cared for me! 
I know, I have done, 
Nothing, so you're proud, 
My victory, one day, 
Will sure cry aloud! 
Nothing, I can gift you, 
So I am writing this today, 
All I wants to say is, 
"Happy Father's Day! "
                         Your Son
                    (Raj Kashyap)                
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