The man...

"She is a girl" whispered the nurse

to a man, handling a baby small enough to fit in a purse

wrapped in warm blue stripped cloth white

the man's face seemed to grow bright

The man who gifted me the thing called life...

The man who made me survive...

Monkey rolling over bananas... the first toy(still preserved)

forgetting everyone(except his wife) wanted a boy

Dolls, frocks,chocolates... all he could

celebrating, spending more than he should

The man whose angle I am...

The man who, about my gender, cared a damn...

Best school, best brand

he did whatever was in his hand

dressed me up, combed my hair

made my drink, a father who care

The man who dipped my hands in cream...

The man who made me his dream...

His siblings having at least a son in family

without a word and fulfilling all our needs, he spent an year without salary

he got blackmailed, kidnapped and even tortured

but NONE turned to help in any case... its not absurd

The man who faced disheiring for me being a girl...

The man who gave his fore finger for my baby fingers to curl...

How much ever angry he would be

he never raised his hand... thee

whenever a mistake (mine) was in light

I could feel a warmth in his sight

The man who raised me as a delicate flower...

The man who made happiness, love shower...

Oh Daddy its you!!!

You carried me, everyday for a walk on your shoulder

At 4 AM... when i cried to see a crow at that hour...[:)]

Pratiksha Mishu Nimisha... all are same

After all "What's there in a name"

The man who gifted me the thing called life...

The man who made me survive...