Father

Your hair is turning white, from grey,

Your face is getting wrinkles day by day,

You seem tired with some physical issues,

How can I accept you’re this weaker version father?

You walk slowly, when I rush to catch something,

Your move carefully with all the precautions,

Your voice is cracked and sometimes sounds strange,

How can I accept you’re this weaker version father?

I had learned walking by holding your finger,

You gave me confidence in how to make the balance, 

It’s you, who told me how to pronounce words,

How can I accept you’re this weaker version father?

My way is tough and hard, I still have rocks to cross,

I still fight with the phobia of heights and depth,

You’re still my Superhero to guide me, in every step,

How can I accept you’re this weaker version father?

I beg my Almighty in my prayer,

Please be kind to me and be fairer,

I’m desirous to stay along with my father here,

How can I accept you’re this weaker version father?