My very first friend and dearest mischief partner;
Our Sunday breakfasts, a tradition—never to barter!
Master story-teller, weaving tales—vivid and bright,
Slept, not a single night, with him out of sight.
My childhood idol, I looked up-to and longed to please,
Not long could I stay apart, without having fever and unease!
His demeanor, eternally, charming and fun,
Growing up, always, my best buddy to turn!
Music flows in his veins, I mirror his taste,
Gave me treasure so precious, never to erase.
Ever supportive—education, profession, any advice,
His suggestions, always turned out to be, appropriate and wise!
At loggerheads, we might be, most often than not,
Yet his love for me undiminishing, good times or not!
Happy Father’s Day Dad!!
My Creative Side 
Khoopach chan! Loved it.
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Nice one Malvika.
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Thanks!!
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I could visualize you and Prakash dada in every line:-) very beautifully expressed… I hope Prakash dada has not only appreciated but seen it with critic eye too:-))
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Thanks a lot Mami……It made me very happy to pen my feelings about dad!
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Many write essays or poems about mother which are really good but poems this good on father are very few.
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Thanks a ton!!
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