You always thought that I did not see, The lessons of life that you were telling me,
Or that I would never carefully hear, Each of your words that were always so dear.
I did falter a lot in life, But not too long and never too dirty,
I did hurt and trouble you too much, But never lost your value-upbringing
Perhaps you thought I missed it all, And that we'd grow apart,
But papa, I was breathing everything, As it was always written on my heart.
Without you, Papa, I wouldn't be, The strong woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation, No one can take away.
I've grown up with your values, And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear papa, From your forever grateful beti.
2 comments:
he must be proud.
I am so sorry Shweta... uncle is with u always
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