You said you were the first one to hold me,
You cried when you saw me.

People were consoling you because I was the second girl child,
You said she is beautifully mine and then you smiled.

This poem is not about how you raised two daughters,
Cause Gardner never discriminates when he waters .

Its about you papa, how you raised us,
With all the problems, which in front of us you never discuss.

You love taking us places,
Seeing different states and new faces.

How you love clicking photos in different poses,
Papa, when you laugh you look beautiful more than all the roses.

How only after studying, watching shaktiman was allowed ,
How you scold us when we all are loud,
Holding our hands in the crowd,

We all love you papa, and will do anything to make you proud.