The precious life is a gift by father,
not to be forgotten till life is over.
Father is ladder to reach the moon.
To have a father in life is a boon.
His blessing is like shade of a tree.
His hands on our head make us free.
We feel his absence when he is no more,
but, as we grow, we show him the door.
Many a times, in distress, father wept,
It's time now for us to repay his debt.