And one day, I learned a word, that’s how it began,
Though not so big, it meant the world to this man.
Dada, I spoke
And with his eyes wide open from the deep slumber he awoke.
“Say it again”, “say it again”,
his rantings to hear the word began.
Our journey thereafter only kept growing and getting better,
Amidst all the differences in opinion and laughter,
Different walks of life introduced me to several kinds of men,
Some in the form of brothers, friends, best friends, boyfriends, well-wishers.
though they were man enough in their own way, somehow none could be a superhero in my eye.
For the one who showed me the real meaning of what it took to be a man, was the Superhero himself.
His baby girl grew and she grew only to say the word dada several thousand times,
Sickness, laughter, pain, entertainment, nothing could take over his baby ’s smile.
Be it the bullies on the streets or the negative social, he saved her from all the terror,
He taught his baby to wrap herself in dignity and self-respect and to voice her opinion, even if that meant giving up on some people or opportunities in life.
DADA, you may have not realized what an example you have set for both your daughters,
In terms of being the perfect man to your wife, you showed us the kind of love and respect we deserve.
You made us believe in superheroes and taught us to fight for everything we believed in and above all have faith in our abilities when the world tried to push us down.
You have such a huge impact on our lives, that even today, we don’t hesitate to reach out to you, in good or bad times.
Thank you for being our dad who loves us much more than we love him.