(A poem written by me)
I am his only pearl,
I am Daddy’s little girl.
He was the very second one,
To swing me in his arms.
He held my little hand to make me walk,
When I was merely a little folk.
He always guides me to the right path,
And spends on me, all the riches he hath.
He loves me with all his heart.
At times, for the better of mine, he even tears my heart apart.
He sacrificed his home, the luxurious life,
And came to Calcutta, just for the better of mine.
He protects me from all the zeroes,
For me, he is the hero of heroes.
He is my life,
He is my loving and caring Dad.