DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED FATHER!!!
Thy fingers can’t flourish, their loving and caring feature The vigour smoothly scribles, their glamour of gleamy nature Not attempt the writ of views, but do percieve their cue “PARENTS”, the standing IDEAL, and the gardener of life’s hue Thy art can’t embellish, their conducts and contributes The humour traces a Parole, offering a bunch of gratitudes Not seek the guiding star, but achieve thine Nova of life “PARENTS”, the persuading MASTER, hindering Fire, Dirt & Knife Thy sight can’t absorb, their straddle as so far thee espy The vision soberly bestows, their instincts and follow envy Not look at the hopeful eyes, but conquer the handful fears “PARENTS”, the emending MIRROR, the collection of thine tears Thy sense can’t listen, and aspire the spirit of their live The soul pervades enthusiasm of, their will to survive Not behold the aged Odyssey, but lead the broken chine “PARENTS”, the intimacy of all’s heart.. The Only One-Blessful Coffer Of Mine!!