He was still the same, the strong one with tenacity
I was meeting him after four years but nothing had changed
My father was back home, twas time for things to be arranged.
He still had the hold over us, though he was eighty
Once he came in with mom, we were again a happy family
No matter how much we grow, we remain kids for them
Their simple arguments and bickering added to the mayhem.
I still remember how taking his pen or wallet was such a big crime
He never has yelled at us, just a stern look added to the chime
A storehouse of knowledge he was not one to be scared
Always the silent moody one, yet no one was really spared
Now it is that time of the year, to celebrate Father’s Day
I have never known the significance of celebrating this way
Why a special day for a parent who gave all his life to us
For me everyday is Father’s Day, for this, we do not have to kick up a fuss.