It was 49 years back,
In a small hospital room ,
A tiny baby girl was born,
For her father she was a boon.
As she was the youngest of three sisters,
The relatives had wished for a boy,
They were not happy,
She was unwanted, they cried.
But her father loved her,
And always held her close to his heart,
Never let her alone in the cold,
From her he could not part.
She grew up loving her father,
He was her friend, philosopher, guide,
She became a doctor as he wanted,
In her he took pride.
Today it is that girl’s birthday,
And she remembers him, as she writes this,
Dad, you made me what I am,
But you, I will always miss.