Hridhima Tyagi, Class IX B
(For her dad on his fortieth birthday!)
With hair like silk, black and grey,
Or specks of white, no one can say.
With eyes like a whirl of an endless hole,
Dark and deep, smoky like coal.
Flecked here and there with red and gold,
Filled with stories, told – untold.
With a perfect nose, blood–red lips,
Hidden shining teeth like an eclipse.
With cheeks that are filled with a lovely glow,
Of kisses from the loved, white skin like snow.
The cheeks that are dandy and puffed with a smile,
A smile that makes worries forgotten in piles.
With shoulders that are very presumptuous and bold,
Which seem promising till an age very old.
The shoulders that follow a majestic chest,
A chest that has tensed heads to rest.
A chest that is the medicine for all troubles,
A chest that pops the anxiety – filled bubbles.
A chest that protects a golden heart,
Leave the gold! A platinum part!
A heart that can never bring sorrow,
A heart that assures a fresh tomorrow.
A heart that is so humble and kind,
A heart which is impossible to find.
A heart filled with a love to bind,
With a healthy body, a healthy mind.
The chest that is connected with big, strong arms,
Arms that can never – ever cause harm.
Arms that are so lofty and gentle,
Arms that can be trusted with concerns to handle.
The upper body rested on thin, fragile legs,
Legs as long as Daddy – Long – Legs!
With knees that were once forever blue,
From falling off cycles and…. I haven’t a clue!
With feet that often tap to beats,
With feet that often jump on feats.
All these things together spell out my dad,
A dad no one has ever had.
A dad who is my hero forever,
A dad so lovable, he makes hearts tremor.
A dad who never lets his family down,
A dad whose sight vanishes frowns.
A dad who is better than the rest,
A dad who is simply the BEST!
