Father,
you have been amazing
In giving biscuits
to the little squirrels
At the fall of evenings
in the Golden park
Doling out grains
to pigeons
On top floor
Of the old house
Wiping tears
Of the weeping children
On the pavements
And in the lanes
Holding the hand
Of the blinds
As they cross the roads
In the warm days
And when fog
Pours down
Sharing smiles
Of the neighbors
At their special feasts
And when it is any day
Inviting the poor
To our dinners
And a great welcome
To them at the door
Providing blankets
To those who sleep
Under the sidewalk
In the cold nights.

Father
I am mesmerized
With your special deeds.

Being a father is common
And law of heaven,
But being an amazing father
Is very rare, very, very rare.

I am blessed
You are mine,