The whole day he runs around, burning his fuel
Wrestling winds harsh and cruel
A sparkle in his childrens eyes means a world to him
He can go to any extent to realise their dreamsÂ
Witnessing his kids engaging in mischievous tricksÂ
He doesn’t take a moment to act tough and take them to task
He too succumbs to pressures and sentiments
But is usually the last one to expressÂ
Grill him, slash him, lacerate him or slit him
He neither sheds tears nor shrieks
For his tears, he knows to hide behind his eyes
While sharing all the nectar he has in his heart
He looks so harsh and so hard
But has that soft touch whenever his offsprings require
And then some remark
He’s a hard nut to crack
And some say He doesn’t care
For he’s the one who pretends that
He can withstand any amount of stress
For he is an
Overprotective, Overcaring, Overconsiderate
YET
Inexpresssive DAD
Ashu Chaubey
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