The guiding hand on my shoulder,
Someone who has seen me grow older.
My only knight in shining armor,
Who sweats blood for me like a farmer.
He’s my definition of a hero,
while all others still stand at zero.
He isn’t an anchor to hold me back,
but a teacher to up-skill me where I lack.
If I’m well versed in this world full of stereotype,
or if I’m confident amid a storm of hype.
My father is the only reason behind,
his support,ideology and silent grind.
I need no proof to claim it,
that he has built me up, to every bit.
He is my origin, my dad..
the unusual superhero, protecting me from the bad.
He is the standard against which I judge all men,
a 100 on the scale of 1 to 10!