A street boy in his early years
His mind an open quarry
He mingled with the elderly
Who called him “Bao Khari”!
‘Gujrat Shareef’ was home to him
A name enough to please
In later years it did become
A joke and quite a tease!
To me he comes across as dad
My father and my guide
An oak tree with deep rooted years
And arms to stretch out wide!
The golden years I spent with him
Were filled with special treats
He kept a corner in his heart
that echoed with my beats!
In hopelessness and stormy days
I blindly walked his way
To find him waiting at the door
So I won’t go astray!
His spirit is the real joy
A must to celebrate
The eyes to find some goodness through
Makes him a special mate!
I made mistakes, he let me learn
He felt no need to shame
He trusted me with open heart
To make myself a name!
He worried like a caring dad
And sometimes lost his cool
He later hugged and gave a smile
Parenthood yet a school!
I love my father very much
He inspires me to see
The locked in treasures in my heart
To which I hold the key!
Happy Birthday Abba Ji! I love you so much!
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