Even when the world does him wrong,
He doesn't cry as he is meant to be strong.
Not for himself, but for his family,
He will bear all but will never complain.
He is always ready to carry the weight in silence,
Even when his back bleeds and he buries his dreams.
He will go miles, climb mountains, nothing he will expect,
Not for applause, not appreciation, not respect.
He will stand like a wall against the chaos,
To become a barrier between family and disaster.
The one who fights the world, so his children don't have to,
And will stand in the fire; so they don't feel the heat.
For his sacrifices, no one to acknowledge,
For all efforts to satisfy, it is never enough.
The men who try hardest are the ones bleed the most,
As many are rewarded but are penalised.
He won't say it, nor will show it,
As his love is measured in blood, not words.
Hi love is in the taking care, provide and pay bills,
Never will complain, as his family comes first.
Without fathers many families have crumbled,
Even when they wealth that cares of their needs
When we see children part of gangs, drugs and chaos,
Behind it all is one cause, a missing father, dead or alive.
The burden of fatherhood is invisible to many,
But know that this only bond holds civilization.
To all the fathers, who shows up even when disrespected,
A silent hero whose absence is felt louder.
As his part in life story is not just a role,
And without him, everything gets lost, even survival.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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