By Kritika Pandey
In a world where fathers call daughters “Princess,”
you called me your Baahubali—my strength, no less.
Not delicate or dainty, but brave and bold,
teaching me to chase dreams, to never fold.
You always wished for me to rise, to stand tall,
to be independent, unshaken by any fall.
And why wouldn’t I, when I’ve seen you fight,
battling storms with a heart burning bright?
You stay far away, in a room all alone,
while I’m here with family, feeling safe at home.
Mamma says not to cry, “He’s alone, but you’re not,”
but Papa, without you, this house feels like an empty plot.
Because you’re the one who truly understands me,
the one who listens to the silence, who lets my heart be free.
You hide your struggles with a quiet grace,
yet I sense the weight you carry, hidden on your face.
I know you’re stressed, Papa, with burdens to bear,
but haven’t you always walked through challenges with care?
You’ve seen failures, yet taught me to believe
that every setback is just a new dream to weave.
They say I’m like you, and you say so too—
that’s the highest compliment I’ve ever known is true.
In your strength, I see my reflection clear;
in your words, I find courage over fear.
You used to scold me for shedding my tears,
yet now I hear your voice trembling through hidden fears.
But Papa, I’ve learned what you’ve always tried to say:
that strong hearts still break, but they never stray.
I know you’re fighting, even when you don’t show—
I see it in your silence, the quiet undertow.
But remember, Papa, no challenge is too steep
for a man whose love for his family runs deep.
No storm, no burden can hold you down long,
because love like yours makes the weak turn strong.
And I promise, no matter what we face,
my trust in you, Papa, will never erase.
The most touching poem I have ever read. Your writing is from a pure heart. The relationship between father and daughter is the most important part of life.
God bless you for your better future …
Excellent 👌👌