To my father

In a tiny hamlet far away
Where meandering path leads the way
And nature is at its best
At the alluring place which I call 'home'
Dwells my strength, my father
While collecting the memories together
Dearly, he clings upon them
A few happy-sad, bitter-sweet moments
The contents of his life
A life that had been selflessly dedicated
To the mouths that had to be fed
To the bodies that had to be clothed
Role of a father he excelled
Keeping the love alive even after she left
His love unparalleled
He is an exemplar of a true husband
Survivor of a tough life
Strong and sturdy he still stands
Role of a man he excelled
Chased by old age, his hair grey
Our lives, made his prey
The man who is my strength, my father
His sacrifice I never can repay
Good health I pray be his now and ever

p.s. I love you, Apa.