In the storm of life, a father stands tall,
His love, a shield against every squall.
Though his demeanor may seem stern,
For his daughters, his heart will always yearn.
Papa, an angry man to the world’s sight,
But for his daughters, he’s a beacon of light.
His strictness is but a shield of care,
Protecting his precious ones from despair.
In the silence of the night, unseen tears may flow,
For his daughter’s happiness, he’d let his emotions show.
With each tear shed, a testament of love so pure,
For his daughters, his heart will endure.
Papa, a warrior, fierce and strong,
His love for his daughters, an eternal song.
He’ll move mountains and cross every sea,
For his daughters, he’d do anything, you see.
So let us cherish the love of a father so true,
For in his embrace, our dreams find rescue.
Papa’s love knows no bounds, no borders,
For his daughters, he’s their everlasting order.

© &wati&harma