Words for my Sire

When I look into his eyes
there is an unending hope…
and to climb the onerous hills
he always provides me the caring ropes…

Every time when I fail
he enshrines my opus…
and his words actuates me to go on
and this time to be more focussed…

His efforts marks my way…
and even after all the sacrifices
he never find his words
to present me his nay…

His love and care
are the reasons behind my fortitude…
and everything he taught me
helps me to climb any altitude…

who else he can be
other than a father…
the only one
bearing the whole family and always
being the true supporter….

© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012

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