Your hands, when they held me,
I felt safe and comfortable.
Your shoulders, when they carried me,
I felt like a Royal Crown,
That you wore with pride.
Your rough, sun - tanned face
That hides your tenderest heart,
Your joy, when I took my first step,
Your ecstasy, when I spoke my first word,
Your advice, when i was desperate,
Your anger, when I tread the wrong path,
All these made what I am now
All these have a special place
In the deepest corner of my memory
To be passed on to my son.
You were and are and will be my only hero, Dad!
- Giridharan J
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