A FATHER'S LEGACY
In dawn's quiet, a father stands tall,
His heart a fortress, with love's gentle call.
Tough in bearing, tender at core,
He shapes his sons to brave and explore.
With iron hands, he moulds their will,
Teaching strength with unspoken skill.
In his stern gaze, a world of care,
To make them strong, yet love's still there.
Granting adventure with caution’s reins,
Balancing freedom with wisdom’s gains.
A guardian's duty to forge them strong,
In his heart, they forever belong.
He dreams of a world where they can thrive,
Self-sufficient, alive.
His love a shield, his lessons a guide,
Ensuring they face life with unshaken stride.
Sons watch, mimic, and learn,
In their hearts, his footsteps yearn.
To show their love, to break the mold,
His stern love keeps their hearts bold.
A father's belief, steadfast and slight,
In his sons' futures, he finds his light.
They strive to prove, to earn his trust,
In their bond, unwavering and just.
Love’s whispers, through silence speak,
In every lesson, both strong and meek.
A father's love, tough yet kind,
In his sons' hearts, forever enshrined.
By Geeta Bhanwala
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