🌟 An Ode to My Dad 🌟 *Dear Dad, with intense love and faith Back home, do you I summon Come and catch a glimpse of Your little girl grown into a woman *A MasterChef, I'm called But all the culinary skill is waste What's the use of it , Dear Dad When even a morsel from my hand, YOU can't taste *For functions and grand occasions Now I wear a saree But what value holds any compliment When YOU don't see the look I carry *PhD scholar, I am Creating a thesis worth a doctoral But on many lonly nights, I grapple alone without guidance Without OUR deep talks, habitually nocturnal *Books, poems, music, photo edits Art of all kinds I still explore But whom should I share my ideas with Without YOU around, my Creative Side gets less adore *A smartphone now I have With all social networking sites But I keeping thinking how it would be To exchange with YOU all the jokes, edits, comments or likes *Slightly extroverted...