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My Dad, My Pride Ever!
A Tribute To My Dad
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Not exploded in triumphs;
Nor crumbled in failures-
Within your meagre income
Gave us all noble lives-
Sweating hard in sincere efforts
Gained ever garlands of tributes
From one and all throughout your life-
Your strides matched
A tightly strung bow;
Or the hurrying arrow
From a bow of honesty-
Your straight look
Was the roll of a chariot
Since drawn in front
By steeds of talents-
With faith unshakable
Gave us education
As the priceless wealth;
And offered it as nectar pure-
You were firm that
'Good conduct and character
Were coins of gold',
And setting an example
You led in front all along that path
Showing us the way behind-
Transplanted the saplings of literature
Protectively in our tender hearts-
Firm in faith 'yoga' matched 'yaagha'
And excelled in it even at eighty
For us to excel.to be very healthy-
Your heart was a holy land
And since we walked on it
We are filled with thoughts holy-.
O our Dad..O our Guru and Guide!
Our Prostrations at Your Holy Feet!
poem
by
Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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