My Father

When I look upto him
I can only wonder
To a wonderful being God has given me
He dosent express much
He dosent ask for anything
But only gives
Gives unconditional love
He stands with a wide chest
Not letting anything pierce in
But deep inside
He has a heart as soft as cotton

The game of numbers

It’s the game of numbers…

The numbers on the meter reading to be low,

And the time spent with loved ones to be more!

The expected time of arrival to be less,

While the time whaling around to be more!

The number on the weighing scale be less,

The number on the giraffe one to shoot up!

The losses to be minimal,

While the amount being credited high!

The adrenaline level to be high,

While the fatique at its minimum!

O dear it’s all a game of numbers,

Some small some big that we love!