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THE SILENT HERO💖

In a fake world of love at first sight,

It's Father's love that's  truly shining bright;

More affection more compromise,

Which Can't be seen through bare eyes. 


His words are like music, a comforting song, 

Inspiring me to be courageous and strong.

His arms are like a fortress, strong and wide, 

Embracing me with love, in every side. 


Through childhood dreams and youthful days,

He guided me in countless ways.

He may have a harsh exterior,

But his love is ever superior; 


From being a teacher to a friend,

He taught me everything till the end;

From being a storyteller to a listener,

He can't be replaced by any other.


Through highs and lows, he's always there, 

A steady rock showing me he cares.

When I'm in danger he is my shelter, 

Holding his hands makes everything better. 


He sacrifices his own wants and needs,

To lift me higher in all deeds;

Though at times he may be rude,

But His care for me is never skewed. 


So here's to my father, I celebrate you,

With heartfelt thanks and love so true.

You're my hero, my rock, and my friend;

A source of love that will never end.



Comments

  1. 👍👏👌🥳🥳

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  2. சூப்பர்மா.

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  3. தன்னலமற்ற அப்பாவின் அன்பை வெளிப்படுத்தும் அருமையான கவிதை😇💚 கவிஞருக்கு வாழ்த்துக்கள்😊

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  4. Yes the real hero

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  5. So wonder about you🎉 ma

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  6. Shiny Chalcetony Sharon19 June 2023 at 06:49

    Super akka

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