An Ode to My Father

By Amirtha Sreya S

A soldier at heart guards my path,

And shields my fright amidst his own plight.

His gleaming sword glowers bright;

Against the dimming of my will and might.

Fearless and ruthless is he;

When it comes to saving and supporting me.

His strong shoulders struggle and fight but

At the same time showed me the world from a height.

His expression at times though finite;

But his love for us is never black and white.

Time made him a warrior,

His life a sacred tale of valor.

It is nothing but great honour

That he is none other than my very own father.

By Amirtha Sreya S