SUNSHINE IN MY
SHOULDERS
He is the shield
which protects me
He is the light that
guides
He may scold but
never hates
My father is the
best of all
His sacrifices made
me reach here
His sufferings made
me dream high
I remember taking
the first steps
to school, holding
his hands
I remember him,
wiping off
The tear drops from
my face
Nothing can be good
as compared to my
Dad
By
Shabna
Beerali
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