By Amirtha Sreya S
A soldier at heart guards my path,
And shields my fright amidst his own plight.
His gleaming sword glowers bright;
Against the dimming of my will and might.
Fearless and ruthless is he;
When it comes to saving and supporting me.
His strong shoulders struggle and fight but
At the same time showed me the world from a height.
His expression at times though finite;
But his love for us is never black and white.
Time made him a warrior,
His life a sacred tale of valor.
It is nothing but great honour
That he is none other than my very own father.
By Amirtha Sreya S
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