All of me is you...Dad!
All of me is you......Dad!
When I was nine,
I was fat with curved line.
I wanna be an officer, fit and fine,
I wished to go to restaurants with officers and dine.
But, now I deny,
Because, I see my father's innercry,
He goes everyday to his office, 60 kilometers away,
He groom every morning with light-coloured shirts and ties-gay.
Because, to live in this inflated world you should have a nice job-pay.
He has no time to lay,
Just, occupied so much like a tea-serving tray.
But, still smiles and keep on repeating,
"I'm all okay!"
The smile is the mask of love's clay,
That he does with us all night and day........
-ADS©
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