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.
but, his love for me
still youthful.
Dad with flowers on 15th May 2017. Those were wrapped in love from my end. I sure, the fragrance of those roses would have ensured to convey my love for him.
© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
This
150th blog post is dedicated to my Everloving Dad.
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