The honor of a father
On his shoulders rests a mountain-like strength,
In every word he speaks, there is wisdom at length.
A home with a father is truly heaven’s grace,
Without him, the world feels a dark, narrow place.
His hands are calloused, his forehead with sweat,
“My child shall not lack, but grow strong yet,” he’s said.
He goes without food just to give us our share,
And even the earth trembles when he whispers a prayer.
Sometimes his harsh words may pierce the heart deep,
Yet they carry a love that forever we keep.
If we are smiling — that alone is his bliss,
He waits for these small joys, never wanting to miss.
Cherish him dearly while he is still near,
Above you he stands like a mountain so clear.
Value him now, before it’s too late,
He lights up your path, guiding your fate.
Those who receive his prayers never lose their way,
The hope in their hearts will forever stay.
One with a father holds true happiness,
Without him, the soul cannot find such blessedness.
Bahrom Toji,
Uzbekistan
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