He holds you with care in his rough hands,
but never wants to see your hands turn rough.
His eyes reflects all,even he say less words.
Tough he is considered as the epitome of anger , passing of time makes you know the hidden care..
The experience of his turns to your lessons,
he is the passion of your ambitions.
You fall and rise, he just stands tall and smiles,
the smile makes you strong to run miles..
He scolds, he preach, he nag and makes you build..In the course, its to realise the intense worldly burden he takes to deal with your hobbies..
No one wants rough hands, nor did he..
Living a hard life makes it rough..Still he held you with care to make you a human and it takes a lot...
He is 'Father'.
A part of God's own heart.
