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!!