The Father
A Father feels numbness pain.
Thereafter he is fine He feign.
It`s because of them whom he keeps in his vein.
He never thinks of his own loss or gain.
His heart is made of Iron does n`t tell yea or nay.
He might be crippled and broken even he cannot cry.
There is no one like him, he never bothers.
As a man he might be right or wrong but he is best as a father.
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