My Father
Looking at my hand…
every time, I offered my support,
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Such a lovely write coming from the inmost chamber of your heart where you have stored so much of fond memories! This is the best tribute a daughter can offer to her father! The 'Racing steed' of yore can no more gallop, but needs an extended hand! What change comes over with age! Fortunate is the daughter and blessed is the father that such warmth still exists between the two! I love those children who express felial piety to their parents!
My Father, who has been my role model, has been an extraordinary man of great accomplishments, and the most loving father. I have just begun to gather and harness my most treasured memories of him and shall look forward to capturing the rich experiences of my life under his irreplaceable guidance. He is my mentor and a strong pillar of strength for me and shall always continue to be, as he has always been. The pity of life, a man who is richly read in poetry in Punjabi, Urdu as well as English and can still recite many excerpts, cannot register what has been written by his daughter! Yet, the living spirit of poetry shall continue to inspire me to pay homage to a wonderful Father.
It's superb poem// really you both of Tribute poems on Father and Mother is enjoyable// excellent heart-touching expression/// Yeah To Mark..........///