Dad, You Are My Everything
I learned to walk holding your hand, And learned to live life on the path.
Dad, you are my everything,
A bright and endless horizon.
I learned to walk holding your hand,
And learned to live life on the path.
You are a banyan tree, ever strong,
Giving shade all day long.
Your heart is full of love and affection,
A wellspring of care and deep connection.
When I'm in pain, you are my hope,
My anchor when I struggle to cope.
Even in a hundred sorrows' stay,
You are the light that shows the way.
Your discipline — a priceless gem,
Guiding me through life’s mayhem.
You are my first hero, proud and true,
Dad, there’s no one quite like you.
You are the best — always, forever,
Our bond no storm could ever sever.
About the Creator
Sumon Ahmed
Writer, dreamer, and curious thinker. I explore life through stories—travel, culture, personal growth, and more. Sharing insights, inspiration, and the beauty of everyday moments one word at a time.
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You’re glowing with purpose!
You’re such an inspiration
This made my day
So proud of you!
wow
So beautiful ♦️♦️♦️♦️