you held my hand when I was little,
put food on the table working all the while,
made me study and work hard,
being independent was always the standard,
taking us to school daily was like a ritual,
doing homework under your supervision was habitual.
you supported me when I wanted to study more,
moving to different cities was not surprising anymore,
numerous interviews and multiple rejections,
I went through it all; you were there to give directions,
always proud of my achievements,
”Go for it”; “you can do it”; were your usual statements.
being a daughter I had to do as per norms,
you let me fly with my chosen one though it seemed like a travel in the sandstorm,
I tried, tried hard to fly with wings that got broken and failed miserably,
came back home, to the comfort of loved ones and cried inconsolably,
I have passed that phase and know that we have numerous fights and have moments that we hated,
But , I also know that fathers are unsung heroes waiting to be appreciated!
Dedicated to all Fathers!
(‘Baba’ meaning father)