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BHUPENDRA SWARNAKAR

(02/10/1995 / MUMBAI)

My Father


My father is so cute
That he got me a flute
My father is so sweet
That I like to touch his feet

My father is so nice
And also too much wise
My father is so good
That he always ask me food

My father kicks me twice
Whenever I tell lice
My father is so healthy
And also much wealthy

My father is so bold
That he has never suffered cold
My father is so strong
That he can go against wrong

My father's hands are so long
That they never let me sing a song
My father dries my tears at a touch
That is why I love him so much

-By little poet

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 28, 2012

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father the best man for evry son

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