It is Father’s day
seem to me very different
we had in our days
no such events
yet we loved our fathers
did not tell them loudly
admiration and respect we had together
nothing into the cloudy
it was a subtle appreciation
we nurtured secretly in our minds
Father to us was a creation
with much authority in a kind
we nestled close to our mothers
fathers stood a little aside.
Coming to my father
his immaculate white attire
caught all eyes rather
never seen him in any other colour
not very tall in stature
posted a smile always
that undoubtedly won over
the hearts of many in everyway
a gentleman to the core
dynamic and impressive in posture
sported a twinkle in his eyes
could write a beautiful brochure
about his routine and ways .
Anyhow I remember him today
not for his genoristy or love
the measure he adopted in a way
especially towards me in a proof
had made me what I am today
independent and stern in attitude
let me end with good old memeories
as they alone would make anyone 
happy.
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