A LETTER TO MY SON
NO words can praise thy sublime rise
You sprang indeed a pleasant surprise
A due reward for your sincere ways
You proved ,my son, that smart work pays.
Star of our family, You do attain
With this star status redoubled shine
A sense of thrill with joyous pride
Pervades my heart—I can not hide!
Be ever happy; act with prudence
Be neither jealous nor be tense
No ups and downs should shake your soul
Have faith and patience, pursue your goal.
Rise higher and higher like a star
Sky is the limit—no stumbling bar—
True worship is hard work—be cool and wise
True contentment in our duty lies.
I wish you laurels more and more
Thank God to pour His generous store
Of blessings on thee, I humbly pray
Progress knows no dead end; create new ways.
dad, love you truly...completely honored, humbled and overwhelmed at your generous words...
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