papa's Epic

Papa,

You are a deity,

For our cross you carry on your shoulder,

Caring for us when we were toddlers

With grains, milk, like a mother.

Papa,

 I have seen the sun shine many times,

But never seen it shine in the dark clime,

But papa, your countenance illumes all the time,

Even in the sunless clime.

Papa,

I have seen the Hens cover their chicks with feather,

Though, Not all the time,

But, your banner has been my refuge,

Even in turbulent times.

Papa,

At dawn, you run like a horse,

So fast to help our course,

At the dusk, you sit like a watchdog,

Begging God to ease our jog.

Papa,

Your garden is filled with gold,

Too much, that your hand couldn’t hold,

Rather for you to spare them on your coat,

You even sold your coat, to make us a coast.

Papa,

Most time, we fail to appreciate,

All your effort, which never depreciate,

Our fear, you alleviate,

Till tomorrow, your struggle we will aspirate.