A Father

Every evening he sits in the balcony

And looking at the birds returning home

He thinks about his children

Who left home quite early

And nowadays call him

Once, may be twice in a week

To keep him up to date.

He swells in pride

To hear their achievements

And tells the whole world

What gems his children have become.

He has given them the sky

And satisfied to see them fly

Every evening he sits in his balcony

Watching the birds return home.

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