My first poem in English Father Early in the morning he goes away, He does his labour whole the day. Works in the summer without any shade, He does not smile, he does not play. Bends his back and bends his knees, Moves his legs and arms all sway. Wrinkled forehead is wet with sweat, He bears on his body dusty dust and clay. Earning for the family is his only goal, This is the path and he does not betray. He has to earn by hook or crook, Bears, wears and tears, but does without delay. Sacrifices his pleasures for the sake of family, Summer, Winter or Rain he does not stay. Respect for alive , pray for deceased, Father is the best in every way.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 10:02:19 +0000
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