Real Father

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Why regret a life in real? When there is clear deal To be named as “father of the world” Is no simple joke to be told? How the household is run? Only housewife knows in turn The farmer knows no sun burn Some thing has to emerge as grain He knows it is treacherous Yes something reminds Father can not remain idle He has to face the struggle Not for the family and children But for the humanity as one Let wind blow or result in cyclone He has to sweat alone Sun may take severe test He has to deliver the best Whether he feels weak or otherwise “As father of world: he has to fulfill the promise He gets little But does not make him little He stands high with poverty Only cause to smile for the almighty

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