When my friends ran towards the school van,
dirtying their shoes with sand,
I, like a princess would arrive, holding my father’s hand,
As the van moved and I used to wave my hand,
a smile would come on his face, oh so grand!
Back from school, tired and with everything hard to bear,
I knew to receive his little princess he was always there.
When the formulae of mathematics I could not understand,
He would sit with me and make it look, all easy and planned,
We would solve the problems together and relax with chips fried,
Since then I liked the numerical and have never shied,
He made math simple for me to bear,
I knew he would as he was always there.
When my hostel flooded, and dad was 800 km at distance,
He managed to reach me still; I can never forget that instance,
In my heart I knew not to worry and scare,
Why should I as he was always there.
Even now, when I come from work late at night,
I know he will wait, and receive my call with delight,
He feels relieved when I safely reach home,
Listens to my day and problems I have undergone,
He teaches me to be gentle and fair,
I know he is right as he is always there.
I may look away sometimes and may not share
but one thing you know about my dad now,
He is, and will always be there…