Dad: The Man of Countless Deeds

Dharanidhar Adhikari

In the heart of my world, a hero stands tall,
A man of might, upon whom I always call.
His hands, though worn, weave the fabric of my days,
Guiding, fixing, loving, in countless ways.

He’s the first of my teachers, wisdom deep and vast,
A beacon through troubles, steadfast and steadfast.
No subject too complex, no query too small,
With patience and insight, he addresses them all.

From my earliest cries to the strides I now take,
Each step, each moment, for my sake, he’d partake.
He dressed me, fed me, taught me to stand tall,
In his embrace, I found the might to walk, not fall.

To the world, he extends his heart, open and wide,
A friend, a helper, on his strength we ride.
Through breakdowns and repairs, his skills shine bright,
In the flicker of his toil, our home finds light.

Multi-talented, his hands shape our world anew,
Friendly, with a smile that warms us through and through.
Honesty, his creed, in his words, truth rings,
Hardworking, through his efforts, joy springs.

Dad, you’re the unsung hero of my tales,
Against the toughest storms, your spirit never fails.
In the book of my life, your love is the thread,
A tapestry of colors, in gratitude, we’re led.

So here’s to you, the man of countless deeds,
Your love, a garden, and we, the seeds.
Growing strong and tall, in the light of your grace,
Dad, you’re our hero, our home, our embrace.