Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Happily Ever After….
Pradip was supposed to reach Hyderabad today. He must have reached by now. A flight from Delhi is not supposed to take more than two hours, three at the max. Then what is keeping him from calling me? He should have reached well over two hours by now…mused Aradhana. Pradip was gone on an official trip with strict instructions for her not to call him suddenly. He would take time out and call her. But that was no excuse for making her worry so much. Aradhana picked up the phone a few times then kept it back. She feared making him angry. Maybe he was actually busy and not getting time. She would wait… what other option did she have?
Aradhana was sipping her tea and stared hard at the scenery outside the staff room window. A Biology teacher at a reputed school, she hardly got time for luxuries like this on weekdays. Her weekends were also packed to the full, both her children were appearing for the Board exams this year; Aarti was in Class X while Arun was in class XII. In order to keep them in a tight schedule, she herself had to adhere to a strict routine and constantly keep track of their studies. But today, no matter how much she tried her thoughts kept meandering away from work and took her back to her past and her memories. Tired at last, she kept the glasses down from her eyes and started staring outside the window to welcome the unabashed flow of memories.
It was sometime in their college days, Pradip and Aradhana were the most-talked-about couple in campus. They complimented each other like a ship and its anchor. They were the favorite students of their professors too. The college fests seemed colorless in the absence of Aradhana and Pradip’s duet songs; they were talented in the true sense. Enjoying each other’s company and competing for grades they reached their final year. Love between them was evident and they had taken that fact for granted. A week after their final exams they sat at the college grounds sitting back to back with each other, so that neither could see the face of the other.
‘Now that I can’t see you…you don’t need to be shy with me….tell me something… what are your plans for us?’ questioned Aradhana playfully. ‘What plans? There are no plans…. Let’s see who bags a job first’ replied Pradip’
‘That and all are fine….but what about marriage and plans about us in the future? You do have some plans…right?’ This question jolted Pradip from behind her, and he sat straight facing her with surprise in his eyes. ‘Wait…wait…you are going too fast…what marriage? When did I ever tell you any such thing?’
Aradhana was clearly embarrassed at the question, she somehow managed: ‘You never said any such thing… but isn’t it evident? I mean after we get jobs you do want to marry me…Right?’ asked Aradhana with a lot of doubt clouding her eyes. Pradip was caught off guard. He swallowed hard and said: ‘Look…. I love you a lot but I am not ready for marriage….. I have to look after my parents and family…. Get a job…buy a Flat then a car maybe….I don’t know what exactly…but marriage is certainly not there for at least five or six years’ Aradhana looked defeated…it was, as if, someone had hit her hard.
‘All that is fine with me… if you tell me so…. I will wait for you…. But you don’t want to marry me…..right? And there is no concrete reason for that…..isn’t it so?’ she replied with tears choking her voice. All her friends had warned her that she should clarify their relationship status before proceeding but she had always thought that their relationship was way ahead of all these things. She too had an ambition; she also looked ahead to a secure future but with Pradip. Without him, all her dreams were incomplete. She looked at Pradip and saw how helpless he was looking, trying to conjure up a reason why he couldn’t marry her. There was actually no reason behind it. In that one moment, she realized how wrongly she had interpreted all his actions and their relationship. She realized that as a guy he was a little immature and felt sorry for him. She tried to ease the tension: ‘It’s ok….you don’t need to look so guilty…. Stay normal please….. I understand….’ she assured holding his hand in hers.
That was then and this is now. Life had taken so many unexpected turns. Now she was married to one of the most wonderful and understanding persons and had two lovely children. She was even successful in her career. What more could a person want? She had found friendship in her marriage like she had never thought before. She could not ask for more, her husband was actually her friend. They shared all things small or big, good or bad in life.
She had never felt the need to hide her relation with Pradip from him. Although they led separate lives they could not let go off each other. Aradhana had reconciled her fate of living without Pradip as her husband but they had never lost touch with each other. Abhay, her husband now, came into her life through a marriage arranged purely by relatives and family. On the first day itself, when he had come to see the prospective bride, Aradhana had told him about Pradip and how she cannot bear to severe her friendship with him. Although certain, that this confession would scare away Abhay, like all his preceding suitors, Aradhana was stunned when he did not object to any of it and rather agreed to marry her happily. That was perhaps, the best thing that could happen in Aradhana’s life.
Up until her marriage, she did not feel how much she needed to be loved and cared for. Abhay was all that Pradip was not. Over the years her relationship with Pradip took a more maternal turn, her love for him changed from that of a lover to a good friend, who cared for him like a parent or an elderly relative. On the other hand, Abhay slowly seeped into the cracks and crevices of her life and held her strongly like the roots of a Banyan tree on a dilapidated wall of some old house. Pradip never married, but he did remain a part of Aradhana’s life, Abhay welcomed him as a friend into his life too. With time, Aradhana became a happy wife to Abhay and a loving mother to his children.
Her phone beeped. She picked it up to receive a mono-syllabic text from Pradip saying ‘Reached’! She was about to reply to his text when the phone rang again. It was Aarti calling, she picked up without delay and her daughter’s voice hurried on:
‘Ma, where are you? I’m waiting for you in front of the school? Have you left?’ Caught off guard, she hurriedly replied: ‘I’m on my way…. I was caught up in some work. Don’t go anywhere…I will be there in a minute!’
Memoirs of A Young Traveler
As the love month draws to a close, I finally mustered my courage to write a post on something so intimate and personal, that is, something that matters much to my heart.
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Contrary to many beliefs, most of my love stories were dedicated to Him whom I met before Sam. Ours was a story of a lifetime... Yesterday, upon waking up, the very first words that came out of my mouth was, "The pain is gone!" I leapt out of bed and thanked God. |
Many people were still asking if it was He who left or was it I who abandoned Him.
I began my reflections for the day and I saw this posted on my wall:
The truth is I am emptying myself because I wanted to accomodate more people into my life. I wish to forgive others. I wish to forgive myself. I knew that I could give myself totally if nothing holds me back. And it was pure grace that I felt it coming now...
today...
In the afternoon while having a lunch break, my colleague spoke of a commentary she heard over the radio. As she was recounting the story between two friends who benefited from their relationship, my mind flashed back on all the times I clung to pain just so I could feel that He's still part of me. Just so, I could feel because most parts of me have already become numb.
I wish to remember my past with love not pain...
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We wrote the lovestory together. His friends called it a fairytale ~ except that, we lived happily ever after apart from each other...
He left the last chapter unfinished and I felt like throwing the book away. But today, I took it again and decided to conclude the chapter...
He went away never to come back...
But He gave the princess so much love in her heart. It didn't diminish with His absence. Instead, it grew accordingly because she nourished it.
She felt His Spirit in everything she does... she wove magic with her hands. And the people around her felt Him. They didn't understand with their mind but they felt it with their heart.
Ahhh, that is the way it has to be...
He is alive!
He is forever alive in her heart.
I reread the whole book, Memoirs of a Young Traveler, and I felt that He gave me authority to finish it the way He wishes it to be...
With a sequel perhaps...beginning another chapter with...
fresh eyes...
dilated heart...
Melissa Tandoc
About the Author :
Born with a greek name "honey"...to a spanish named couple, "corazon" (heart) and "amado" (beloved)...we live in the atrium of my country...a former missionary of north africa... raised in the school of happiness in the path of pain... am taking up a crash course on forgiveness... and i hope to get my diploma in the university of love.My love calls himself "God hears" and i pray one day, i'll live with him in the "City of God".I call myself a "citizen of the world".Get a glimpse of my writing on my blog at " Depth"
Born with a greek name "honey"...to a spanish named couple, "corazon" (heart) and "amado" (beloved)...we live in the atrium of my country...a former missionary of north africa... raised in the school of happiness in the path of pain... am taking up a crash course on forgiveness... and i hope to get my diploma in the university of love.My love calls himself "God hears" and i pray one day, i'll live with him in the "City of God".I call myself a "citizen of the world".Get a glimpse of my writing on my blog at " Depth"
Love - It Just Happens
Love for our parents, siblings, and our relatives is a different kind of love. It's a shared love, a common love, when trust comes naturally. It's an expected love, we grow up just knowing they love us. It's a simple easy love. There is nothing like the love of family. Even when the world turns against you, your family will be there.
Then we grow up and learn a totally different kind of love. Let's refer to this love as Being in Love. I know this love can be painful, hurtful, and too much to bear at times.
But after you've gone through the various phases of being in love, it can be the most rewarding, gentle, carefree feeling. It's magical, peaceful, unconditional, it's just amazing. I know you're thinking "OK, Deborah stop feeding us this line of bologna" I think far to many have been hurt and scarred, which led them down the path of Love just doesn't exists. Then there are those that have had to many weird relationships, they have decided that other than love of their family, there is nothing else. I belonged to both groups, I had been hurt so badly that I didn't want love, didn't believe there was such a thing (even though I clearly felt it before) I didn't care to love anyone but my children, family and a few friends.
Valentine's Day
What will Neeraj gift me today? Will he at all remember about today? Will he propose to me? Shall I agree and jump with joy? These and questions like these stormed through Meera’s mind from the moment she checked the calendar and it showed 14th February. It was the day of love or Valentine’s Day. Neeraj and Meera had become synonymous to each other, they were always together, be it in office or outside, they worked together, watched movies together and even spent their weekends mostly with each other. Meera hailed from a conservative family but constant reference to Neeraj in everything she did, had removed the fear from her mother’s mind that he meant some harm for her. Neeraj had become equivalent to a girl-friend of Meera’s and her mother was completely at ease with that. The same was the case with Neeraj’s family. Although conservative, Meera had become a household name for them, having heard so much about her for almost two whole years his parents had also included her name under ‘Family’ while making the guest-list for Neeraj’s elder brother’s upcoming wedding.
Such was the scenario that inability to reach either of them prompted either family to call the other person and inquire where he or she was. It will be unfair to say that their families had never suspected the existence of romantic feelings between Meera and Neeraj. In the beginning of their acquaintance when both of them frequently mentioned the other to their family, their families had suspected something wrong. However, the suspicion was nipped in the bud when both Meera and Neeraj had shouted at their respective mothers for having called each other to inquire about the status of their relationship. They had become so angry at their mothers’ immature behavior that they had not talked to them for over a month. After much cajoling and pleading the episode was put to rest and things resumed it normal pace and reached the current scenario. Thus, no one ever mentioned anything about the same to any of them.
‘Remember your mom thought that we were in love. How weird of her to think that…’ voiced Neeraj. ‘Excuse me? My mom thought? What about your Mom? Even she thought the same…’ shot back Meera. ‘Yeah….I mean how stupid of them to think any such thing…You and me…it’s just not possible right?’ offered Neeraj. Ouch…. That was a stab at the heart, it was true that they were not in love but why was it not possible? Was she not pretty or nice enough? Why was she thinking any of these? Neeraj was right… it was impossible, thought Meera. ‘Yes… as always…. you are right!’ she quickly added lest Neeraj read any of her thoughts.
Today standing in the Ladies' washroom and checking herself in the mirror, Meera thought about this conversation that had taken place a week back. Why had Neeraj suddenly brought it up? Was he just judging the waters? Or was it just a casual remark? Since then Neeraj had been behaving weirdly with her. He was always busy when she called him or asked him to take tea break. She even had to cancel her movie plans on Saturday because Neeraj was not free. What was suddenly wrong with him? Anyways, there were others in the office, she thought, who does he think he is?
But the truth was that she was missing him, and badly so. Why were men so stupid? If he was in love with her then he should tell her so, and then they will find out a way to deal with it. Or, was this better? She was all too confused about her emotions and also about Neeraj’s weird behavior.
Leaving the washroom, she noticed Neeraj leaning against Ritu’s cubicle and laughing at something silly. She felt irritated to say the least. She felt like walking up to him and slapping him hard. What did he think of himself? She did walk up to him and said ‘I have something important to tell you…. Can you come with me?’ Startled by her sudden order, Neeraj’s smile vanished and he said, ‘I will be there in some time, I have some work with Ritu’ saying so he dismissed her completely. Standing there, Meera felt stupid. Without saying anything further she walked straight out of office and into the parking lot coffee zone. She sat there staring blankly at the wall… she was confused with her emotions…. She was feeling jealous and felt a lump form in her throat. What was happening to her?
‘Do I smell anything burning here?’ joked Neeraj. Lost in her thoughts, Meera had not noticed him walk in and take the seat beside her. The lightness in his voice made her eyes fill up with tears. ‘Hey… are you crying? Look I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you’ said Neeraj guiltily holding her face in his hands. This gesture broke down all her defenses and she pushed his hands away to rest her head on his shoulders. With tears streaming down her face she declared: ‘I think…. I…love you…’
‘I know that…. I love you too…. There is no need to say anything else. I know what you think and I also know what you feel. I wanted you to understand your feelings…… that is the reason why I moved away from you for the last week… and... before I forget Happy Valentine's Day Love’ saying so Neeraj held her in his warm embrace. A smile appeared on her tear-stained face and she snuggled close to him.
When You Were Sad
When you were sad, life was an unwelcome intrusion.
Sun rays couldn’t dispel the clouds of gloom.
Rain couldn’t wash away the grime of sorrow,
from my hurting heart’s window pane.
The birds didn’t sing or they chirped off tune.
The flowers wilted away, they forgot to bloom.
Nature mourned with me, Universe also cried,
Rainbows hid in the dark caverns of grey skies.
When you were sad, I was sad too.
Love = Sau Gram Zindagi
How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be delivered only during the shortest month of the year! The little heart home deliveries can be made all round the year. So if you are the snob knob like nosy son of your parents- dial up your home number and wish that First Lady in your life the very best things you can think about right at this moment. Okay! Ladies weep at emotional displays and only the ones bred under military regime have a control over their tear tanks- so, fikar not! For the prelude- tell her to keep the tissue pack near.
Oh Love! You are mine
I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the
first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that
your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers
have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my
hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them
wherever you are now. I am waiting for the butterfly you always send, to let
me know that you have put your face on my heart again. You had filled the
colors daintily on the piece of paper with your lipstick stains in pink; and
the nightingale had parceled it to me last year. I am waiting for if she is
going to come to me again. I am waiting for if she is going to address me your
message –‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Though you chose to move away, I know it was not by your
choice. You said you needed to go, but you had waited for me, I know. I was
looking for you too, but couldn’t utter a word about you. The song we composed
together stays revived, and it says that you are still here, in my heart where
you always hived. This February, I play the tune again that you taught me on my
guitar; and it’s my birthday too honey, and I am going to sing Happy Birthday
to me myself, because you moved away so far.
How should I blame the fortunes, its him that made us meet;
and if we couldn’t stay longer then I must not curse him for this bad treat. I
know you would be unhappy too, because you had promised to live with me until I
don’t leave.
February is just a month, you made its relevance for me indeed.
And at this note, I read your note that has your lipstick stains on it and it
says ‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Why Should I Feel this Guilt?
Hello again, I know it's been a while, but I wanted to share a story with you, well actually not a story but thoughts..... Today I will lead you down the path of love, love lost, and the guilt of moving on.
Love walks in and our world changes in many ways, the colors surrounding us appear to be more vivid, our sense of taste, touch and smell awakes, our heart seems to have a mind of it's own and becomes untamed, uncontrollable. We laugh, cry, we feel joy and pain all at the same time. Falling in love takes time, it develops, evolves and turns into something so powerful, that when we find love it's probably one of the hardest things to let go of.
Even when we think we've found the "love of a lifetime" sometimes it just ends. Sometimes we are forced to let go, and move on. I say forced because sometimes we are still madly in love, while 'the love of a lifetime' feels the need to move on. There are two roles being played in moving past 'the love of a lifetime', the role of the one still hanging on and the role of the one that wants to let go. I believe neither role is an easy role to play.
Even when we think we've found the "love of a lifetime" sometimes it just ends. Sometimes we are forced to let go, and move on. I say forced because sometimes we are still madly in love, while 'the love of a lifetime' feels the need to move on. There are two roles being played in moving past 'the love of a lifetime', the role of the one still hanging on and the role of the one that wants to let go. I believe neither role is an easy role to play.
Celebrating Love
Behind the curling clouds,
Inside the heart of a peaceful valley
A damsel near to my heart
Who reigns in my dream
Awaits me
To fill her lives
Just for the moment.....
He lay still on her chest. There was absolute silence in the room, except for some rumbling from the air conditioner and the various machines attached to her body. But these sounds were not enough to disturb him and stop him from listening to the rhythm of her heart. He heard it loud and clear, just as he had heard her voice the first time he met her......
Seasons Of Love
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525,600 minutes, 525,600 Moments so dear.
525,600 minutes, How do you measure, measure a year?
I start thinking .... Yep the cue word of the day will be "thinking"...
well back to my story...
O friend, What is love?
The entire world is so beautiful in my eyes, so young so smiling. Green and fresh.. fresh blue is my sky, green is the garden. The fading moonlight, the tender bud, all are like my existence. They hum their songs of happiness, they laugh all day.. they meet their death this way. They know no regret, no grief of life.
The flowers falls while it is bright, the moonlight fades smiling its way.. smiling all the way the stars hide themselves behind the light.
Who is as happy as the way I lead my life? O friend come to me. Let me tell you the story of my happy heart, lest you forget your grief. You cry all day, lets give you a moment of happiness. Let us forget all grief for that one moment, let us celebrate and sing together finding the meaning of thoughts, friend what are grievances..? You all talk about love all day.. friends what is love?
Friend, what are thoughts? what are feelings? You all talk about love all day.. O dear friend, what is love? Does love really hurt? Is it the reason of your tears? or the deep breath of grief? Then what happiness lures you to wish for this grief? O friend, what is love?
A Train Ticket to Love :) :)
This is my first post on..We Have a Story...and what better story to share than a love story :) :)
My mom never seemed to mind the distance I was from home, because she would just pick up the phone and order me to come home whenever she missed me. This time again she did the same and I was very angry not only because I would have to sweet talk my boss but also travel by train because last minute flights in India are very very expensive :( :( Thankfully I got the train tickets. Got off early from my work desk, a friend who promised to drop me at the station arrived late and I got stuck in the traffic jam. Chennai roads and traffic are not friendly to my mom's decisions I must say. Well very obviously I was tired and frustrated by the time I reached the coach and the anger on my friend was clearly seen on my face. Exactly in this situation you have a fellow passenger staring at you, as though he has just seen an alien fly into his coach, and I am like, well now that sums up my day, I have to spend 22 hrs with this guy who is going to keep gaping at me. No it couldn't get worse.... Well ofcourse not knowing that I will be spending the rest of my life with this stranger !
I'm Missing You
Let it go
Cause the hardest part is over.
Don't you say it
Cause I don't want to remember.
A little care,
Just a message that says, "I'm coming over."
A little time,
Cause it's you I wish to turn to
I'll get by...
It's your thought that really matters now.
Just one hour
Is all I ever needed from you somehow.
I'm relaxed,
But I'm scared and uncertain.
I'm afraid,
That you'll cause this heart broken.
You are hard to get over
Thoughts of you fill mine
I believe it's coming to an end
Maybe I'll just have to pretend
I'm missing you my special friend.
Washed Ashore
Whispers romance the moonlight,
you make love through the night
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
meandering the gaps of embraces tight
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
roving hands naught to cease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
tug, nibble, fumble and tease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
a coming closer of the hips
The mind blows, bowls,
body shudders and my heart flips.
Copyright @Sandy
My Love My Life
She is the pink evening of a sunny day,
She is an ocean and I am the Bay,
She is the only gift for which I pray,
She is the one who takes my pain away,
She is the reason of what I am today,
She is the brightest colour and the rest is grey,
She is the emotion I can't convey,
She is the beauty words can't portray,
She is the one I could never betray,
She is the scent which will forever stay,
and that's all I can say.
"I can't feel the difference between air and your Love anymore sweetheart.....I may survive lack of air but lack of Love for a second can kill me"-Abhisek Panda
~I Love You~
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Abhisek Panda
About the Author :
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
He loves challenging the concepts of others & that invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought.He Writes about Film,Art,Poetry,Stories and Personal views on things that matter.A Filmmaker,a Photographer,a CG Artist,a writer and Blogger.Music and Book Lover, curious about web design and development.He is the founder of "WE HAVE A STORY" and many other blogs and websites.
Escape
She will chase you around for a while,
But there's going to be a day when..
She's gonna stop running..
In circles around you
She's going to get over you
&
That very moment ,
You are going to wish you had let her catch you..
FIRE
THIS ONE IS FOR MELISSA AND SAM....MAY YOU BOTH ALWAYS FIND LOVE
Last night I couldn't sleep
Because of the dreams
Dreams of the things we would do
Dreams of the things we would do
Couldn't get you out of my mind
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't stop imagining your touch
Couldn't sleep because of your lips
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Lips that would kiss me
And caress my every inch
Deep in thought all alone
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you
Just to gaze into your eyes
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Fills me with desire
Into blue depths your soul
Stokes my passionate fire
Making me wanton
Driving me wild
Merging with words
Merging with words
My emotions start to whimper
Visions of kisses
Of your hands
Of your hands
Find their way into my mind
As sweet rapture spreads
Delicious heat to every needy place
Delicious heat to every needy place
The fantasies we dream
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Find life in a written word
Upon a warm soft breeze
Our whispers surely heard
Deep in thought all alone
I drift into our fantasy
Where fiery desires dwell
And wait for you and me
It's like the heat of the sun burns yourself into my mind
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
Giving life to me
And setting me free
Thirst quenched by two being in love
This has to be sent from above
Loosing all senses, the desire takes control
The breath of yours serves me pleasure unknown
I want this to be forever etched in my mind and soul
You are my breath, my soul
I just can’t wait to be with you
I don't want to ever let go
I don't want to ever let go
Alpana Jaiswal
Copyright@Motifs2011
Labels: Night, soul, fire, kisses, desire
Photographs: Courtesy Melissa’s Facebook Album
HAPPY BIRTHDAY....ABHISEK
There are so many things I wish for you on your birthday the kind of lasting happiness that you've given me…my friend.
Feelings that make your heart as light as mine when I think of you,
Times filled with laughter and promise, like all the special moments we share.
I wish so many good things for you because you’re the very best thing that’s ever happened to me. I Love you.
Many happy returns ABHI, and may I always be here to share them with you!
ABHI…If things had happened differently our paths would not have crossed,
And I would not have known about the perfect friend I’d lost.
So many things could have intervened from the traffic to the weather.
But all of them worked perfectly to bring us both together.
And so I thank my lucky stars, and fate and destiny,
For the way they brought me to you and the love you bring to me.
Happy Birthday To You!
Alpana Jaiswal
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LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who holded my hand,
The one who taught me to walk on miles,
The one who loved me more than himself,
IT'S ALL THE LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who showed me the right path to move ahead,
The one who always dreamed for me,
The one who gave me confidence at that time when I became hopeless.
THAT'S ALL THE LOVE OF MY FATHER.
The one who lived for me,
The one who never cared of his wishes and willing for my good future,
The one who always protected me from this evil world.
IS MY FATHER.
The one who's scold I never minded,
The one who's order I never neglected,
The one who is everything for me..
IS MY FATHER.
The one who taught me how to live a life,
The one who gave me a hand of friendship when I was alone,
The one who taught me how to face this cruel world..
IS MY FATHER.
And at last I want to say ''I Love U Daddy''
This poem dedicated to you ! :)
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