Life had made him a loser,
holding me in his arms, life was harder.
I was his son, he was my father.

He walked the path barefooted,
So i could enjoy afloated.

He worked toiling all day,
So i could be playing all the way.

Spending all the sleepless nights,
dreaming that i achieve limitless heights.

People say i grew way too fast,
But they failed to see that he worked too hard.

When the world was preaching me “how to be”,
He was the model of “way to be”.

In case, the future wants me to have fame,
He has all the rights to make the claim.

Lucky me! to celebrate father’s day everyday,
the irony is that he is not aware that today is fathers’ day.

I know that he cant read what i have written,
But everything i have written is what he has given.

Now, He is my winner,
Still holding me in his arms, life is easier.

Let him be my son, I will be his father.