He walked in duty, be it the blazing sun
Of the blistering summer or the lashing rain
And all that is the best of love and goodness
Met in his stature and his mind.
Thus mellowed in fatherhood
His disciplined ways he bid.
No mission nary, no duty the less
Never he evaded his steadfast ways
His truthful soul, his honest heart
Always for his children beat.
Gentle he was of soul, tender of heart
Never was harsh, and had no crafty art.
His thoughts were serene, his ideals high
Missing him much, well, we can only sigh.
And in his vision for us he forever dreamt
Of the best and the brightest and the honest
His simple ways, his straightforward days
A tale of a life in goodness spent
A mind at peace with godly grace
His path we try our best to trace!
Pratima@Every tribute, Papa, you deserve words hardly my purpose serve!
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