The Everlasting Embrace: A Father's Love Unveiled
Subhadeep Banerjee
In the realm where magic dwells,
Where tales unfold and secrets tell,
We find a bond that's strong and true,
A love that fathers hold for you.
From the day a child takes flight,
With wonder gleaming in their sight,
There stands a figure, wise and kind,
A beacon in their world defined.
With gentle hands and heart so vast,
A father's love is unsurpassed,
He weaves a tapestry, rich and rare,
With threads of hope and utmost care.
He is a guide through darkest night,
A shield against the fears in sight,
His words a balm, his touch a salve,
When life's tempests may fiercely halve.
He leads the way, with steady stride,
Through forests thick and oceans wide,
He teaches strength, both bold and meek,
To face the trials that lie in seek.
In tales of old and legends grand,
The father's role, we understand,
A knight in armor, ever bold,
A hero in the stories told.
Yet it's not just in the battles fought,
Or the wisdom shared in lessons taught,
It's in the laughter, joy, and play,
In quiet moments, day by day.
It's in the eyes that softly glow,
When stories whispered start to flow,
In the hands that lift and gently hold,
When weary hearts are growing old.
The love of fathers, fierce and true,
Is painted in a vibrant hue,
An ever-present, guiding light,
Through shadows deep and endless night.
So let us raise our voices high,
To honor fathers far and nigh,
To celebrate their boundless might,
And thank them for their love's pure light.
Where tales unfold and secrets tell,
We find a bond that's strong and true,
A love that fathers hold for you.
From the day a child takes flight,
With wonder gleaming in their sight,
There stands a figure, wise and kind,
A beacon in their world defined.
With gentle hands and heart so vast,
A father's love is unsurpassed,
He weaves a tapestry, rich and rare,
With threads of hope and utmost care.
He is a guide through darkest night,
A shield against the fears in sight,
His words a balm, his touch a salve,
When life's tempests may fiercely halve.
He leads the way, with steady stride,
Through forests thick and oceans wide,
He teaches strength, both bold and meek,
To face the trials that lie in seek.
In tales of old and legends grand,
The father's role, we understand,
A knight in armor, ever bold,
A hero in the stories told.
Yet it's not just in the battles fought,
Or the wisdom shared in lessons taught,
It's in the laughter, joy, and play,
In quiet moments, day by day.
It's in the eyes that softly glow,
When stories whispered start to flow,
In the hands that lift and gently hold,
When weary hearts are growing old.
The love of fathers, fierce and true,
Is painted in a vibrant hue,
An ever-present, guiding light,
Through shadows deep and endless night.
So let us raise our voices high,
To honor fathers far and nigh,
To celebrate their boundless might,
And thank them for their love's pure light.
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