*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 am I now
Taking deep interest in each festive celebration
But I feel a gaping void every time
That YOU aren't around to see my tasteful decoration
*You are missed a lot, Dear Dad
So far, yet I feel you near
With your memories of you, your ideals and principles
Which I will always hold dear
*Be it any situation
How much ever troublesome
I just need to remember you
To feel the warmth of your blessings wholesome
*Any tight spot
When my vision gets blurred
In my mind, it flashes
Your timely wise word
*Amist the tide of degenerate modernity
When overwhelmed with scruples
As a guiding light and boundaries
Come handy your principles
*Dear Dad, with my heart full of your memories, I promise to honour
Everything You had imbibed when I was a bud
And without even a thought of overstepping the line
To always uphold the honour of your blood
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