Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India, WB

The beings bend their head down
Whose head wears the golden crown
Like the trees full of  salubrious fruits
Do, is called the paragons of virtue.

The cold world was far away
from her asthete mind
I remeber... her heart looking for the warmth
When words, pens and papers appeared like angels,
They gave her wings and took her to the
World of Poets
which felt like heaven.

I was never alone
They say there is no one beside me
But they don't know whose behind me
He is a man of principles...
with glassy eyes and a golden heart
full of love and pure values
The ones who raised him are proud of him
and the ones around...are prouder!
Today, I apologise for taking him for granted
And grateful for the times when he heard me.
Its been 17 years
But his shoulders have been the highest point
I have reached.
He raised me with the values of love, respect and justice!
Always there for me, he is just one call away.
Indeed a gentleman
I feel so proud to be called as my Father's daughter.