When i came,
soft naked and helpless,
Who first took me in his lap,
Is my young father,
Too much excited and nervous for being father for first time,
When mother became tried,
He spent sleepless night,
Is my father,
Again in morning rushed to the college, returning gave his first kiss to me, with my small hands ,i pulled his spect or shirt or hair,
He is my father,
Best school,best cars,best educational,he gave everything to me,
But when i was 17,
My friend told," It is his duties, nothing special,all fathers do ". He listened silently and after a brief discussion with mom ,he sent me directly to London,
First time,i saw my stern papa, the horrible math teacher, but reaching London i received letters after letters from him,i tore them away in tears , but after five years when i return ed India after making my future i understood him,
He tried to take me into his lap but i was too big for this.