The Man I Love

In my life I’ve loved a man
After him I’ve been mad like a fan…
He doesn’t open up much
But always smiles on my touch…

I remember the time
When he taught me to rhyme…
He held my hand and helped me write
And always wanted me to be bright…

And how while holding his finger
After every step I used to linger,
But then a tug of hand and smile on the face
Is what taught me to walk with such grace…

Also came the time when we went to our village together
He always smiled on the small treasures I used to gather…
Beside him I tried every jump and flip
As I knew that if ever to fall he was there to grip…

Of his anger, I was a bit scared
To upset him I never dared…
Of his love, I was very fond
And the family trips helped strengthen the bond…

Calling me ‘AATA BORI’ he carried me on his back
And every day I loved to hear him whistle a new track…
Every time I demanded anything
I got it even before I could blink…

His work forces him to live a bit far
But for me he’ll always be a star…
As he continues to shower his love
And wishes for me to rise higher above…