There was a man who was so strong <br />He had the strength which no one had. <br />When I use to cry <br />he was there to wipe my tears <br />When I use to smile <br />he was there to share. <br />By profession, he was a policeman <br />So hard working and a true Gentleman. <br />As a father, he gave us everything <br />love, affection and understanding <br />By chance his marriage anniversary <br />coincided with my birth date. <br />Any delay in celebration I used to hate <br />there used to be a huge party <br />Everybody used to be hail and hearty <br />My thoughts my feelings <br />how easily he used to understand. <br />Then came a day when he was no more <br />My father, dear father, he was no more <br />He was not there to wipe my tears <br />He was not there to celebrate my birthday <br />He left a vacuum which no one can fill <br />But still I can feel the touch of his hand, <br />the smile on his face. <br />The way he used to kiss me on my forehead <br />and wished me a happy b’day <br />Today when everybody is crying in his memory <br />and my b’day celebrations has changed into a gloomy day <br />His memory is the only solace <br />I can feel him by my side <br />loving, caring and wishing me a happy birthday. <br /> <br /> <br /> Ghazala Javed<br /><br />Ghazala Javed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-dear-father/
