When I was of four
I want to find my hero
But when I was fourteen
Now I came to know who was my real hero
And he is non other than my father
Who is my safety bearer
He is little bit sweet
And little bit sour
Who takes care of me
In every hour.
If anyone was a sword for me
then he acts as a shield to me.
Fir my life he is a protective layer
whom I can't share.
Just like in a movie
a heroine without hero
as like as my life
without real hero.
©ms.smiley
M