Most of time
He stay with silence
He speak rarely
But do we ever think
That we have grown up
Because of his blood
Which has become sweat
His heart, who earn
Bread wand butter for us
Is also as sensitive as ours
So, never be ungrateful
To your father
As he did a praise worthy
Service for the betterment
Of our life
Remember this.... friends
Not only mother's love
But also father's love
Is MATCHLESS