Dad, Papa, Papaji, Popsi, Appa, Pappa

So many moods

So many names

I call you with

It’s neither father’s day

Nor it’s your birthday

Yet it is your day

Because you make my day everday

I wanted this 51st poem to be very special

And no one but you can make it possible. 

So daddy, our fights started since the day I stepped in this world

Your lessons of worldly wisdom started the day I learnt to learn

Admist the night sky with full of stars

On the terrace top when I was in arms of yours

Those little little things you taught

Have got me here

Without much fear

I proceed and lead my life

With you always standing by my side

A lot I’ve to say, to learn

And I will always be my daddy’s good girl!

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