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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