Dear Pa

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Dear Pa,


"Thank you Pa,
For standing by me when I was hit,
Healing me again, bit by bit,
For forgiving me a thousand times,
For I later realized my crimes.
To let the breeze blow in my backyard,
To pull my head away from reck,
For all hustle bustle and fights,
Forcing me to try rights.
To linger around me in that open sea,
To trust me when all about were doubting me,
I thank you to accept my every bit,
A little kid unknowing where to fit.
Because a part of my soul lies with you,
And in my bagpack I can spot ur part too,
But don't worry, I would take the best care of it,
As I did since my birth."
 - Jayishnu  

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