Father’s Silent Sacrifices
He wakes before the morning light,
Steps out quietly into the night.
The world still sleeps, but he is awake,
Carrying burdens for our sake.
His hands are rough, his back is sore,
Yet he works a little more.
Not a word, not a sigh,
Only dreams shining in his eye.
He takes the smallest share of food,
Yet smiles and says, “I’m good.”
A torn old shoe, a faded shirt,
He never minds, though they are dirt.
No medals hang upon his chest,
Yet in his love, we are blessed.
His dreams are locked, his wishes few,
But all he wants is the best for you.
Not all heroes wear a crown,
Some just never let you down.
A father’s love is deep and wide,
A silent strength, a selfless guide.
Name – Rudra Rathi , Class – 8B