My Father Poem by Aditi Saxena

He is my angel, my God
He is my soul, my evident & my visible Lord

He formed me, he nourished me
He hold me, he treasured me

I opened my eyes in his arm,
He made me walk, the way I want

I marvel, who is he?
A Seraph may be, if not a divinity

I admire him for his efforts and, for his words
I proud of him for his harmony and whatever he does

I am the smallest part of his all and of his Soul,
I found myself into him, without being closed, trussed but truly console

I am so fortunate, I got you as my creature
I wanted to see that covered luminary and those pretty feathers

I know, he is concealing himself and his identity
I worship him, for what he is and for his humanity

He is no one; he is my friend, my Love ….
Myself rather

He is my Lord, My God, My Angel…
He is my Pa, my Dad, he is known as My FATHER