I have chosen my path and walked on for some time,
You have stood there nodding your approval..
You even disapproved of my reason and rhyme,
But never have denied me my thought and my life..
Your hands held me when I needed you the most,
Every single word I uttered has been a gift of yours...
So far apart residing in the most remote coast,
Yet your presence is everlasting and eternal..
You fussed and fumed at the things I made,
Improving and exaggerating on so trivial incidents..
Those lingering memories will never fade,
I have treasured them for my life in them...
The enormity of your gift to my soul,
With all its glory it shines and makes me move...
Striving to reach it destined goal,
Over riding all the encountering miseries...
There shall be no one like you in time to come,
You are the only one to guide me through..
I have got so much yet you say there are some,
There can not be any return of your debt...
My life is a collage of your achievement,
Your master piece you say to me...
When the master painter is so very content,
The subject will come alive even then...
The design of the almighty is so very true,
His handiwork of me being born to you..
Was a well thought action through and through,
I thank thee for deeming this for me...
My Baba you will always be there,
What ever come in time, day or space...
My Baba teaching me to live fair,
Your girl will always look up to you..
You have stood there nodding your approval..
You even disapproved of my reason and rhyme,
But never have denied me my thought and my life..
Your hands held me when I needed you the most,
Every single word I uttered has been a gift of yours...
So far apart residing in the most remote coast,
Yet your presence is everlasting and eternal..
You fussed and fumed at the things I made,
Improving and exaggerating on so trivial incidents..
Those lingering memories will never fade,
I have treasured them for my life in them...
The enormity of your gift to my soul,
With all its glory it shines and makes me move...
Striving to reach it destined goal,
Over riding all the encountering miseries...
There shall be no one like you in time to come,
You are the only one to guide me through..
I have got so much yet you say there are some,
There can not be any return of your debt...
My life is a collage of your achievement,
Your master piece you say to me...
When the master painter is so very content,
The subject will come alive even then...
The design of the almighty is so very true,
His handiwork of me being born to you..
Was a well thought action through and through,
I thank thee for deeming this for me...
My Baba you will always be there,
What ever come in time, day or space...
My Baba teaching me to live fair,
Your girl will always look up to you..

You poetry is far ahead. you are brilliant in your penning style. don't waste it. should be hardbound I honestly believe that. Brilliant is the only word. read it to mashi mesho. they might have tears rolling down.
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