Saturday, November 21, 2015

to my Dad - with Love



The man with the gray,
Wrinkled skin,
Yeah, he’s my father.

Yes, the man whose hands tremble,
Whose voice sound shaky,
Yeah, is my Papa.

The man with a blurred vision,
And with hearing-impaired,
Yeah, he’s my dad.

His love for me
still youthful.


 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

This 150th blog post is dedicated to my Everloving Dad. 

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