Dedicate To My Father Poem by Sidra Mahmood Khan

How strange feelings to dare and dedicate
For me, the king of my world to consecrate

I was helpless in mom's womb
When not saw the world loom
And the tender hands touched my cheek
For me in the new world and started seek

Now grayish hair turned into white
Having all the turmoil and blithe flight
Life's carriage moves with all the dusk and twilight
He never pomp the inner desire's highlight

Like tulip juvenile unaware of its fragrance entire
Wear the dress of self-made and hear people's satire
Stones of hardship and struggle loaded in life's box
Spreading the leaves of encyclopedia to human shock

O man of dignity salute thy honesty
That's a mark of proud for thy majesty