With him around, Life was a cake walk,
Because of him, happiness was always in stock.
He was around like a thick protection cover,
He protected me from all possible thunder.
When muma was harsh, he acted as a barrier,
When life was throwing pebbles, he brought happiness courier.
The support he offered and the care he did,
With all that sweet little candies brought tears in eyelids.
I remember the scooter rides standing in front,
Staring at the world like an underworld.
He never felt I am nagging him,
Listening to my silly questions he had a big grin.
And when he is on his way to find a care- taker,
Papa, I want you to know, you are the best saviour.
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