Whenever the bell rang, I ran towards the gate, Used to jump with a broken knee, When I see the face of my mate. He used to smile with a joy, Pick me up without any wait, Then he used to listen to everything Which I spoke without hesitate. All that time is gone, Making us trap as a bait. Now when I come home, I find someone who calls me as his mate. — % & #wotd #wordoftheday #listen #yqbaba We all see our father as our heroes, as our mate, as our friend.. but the time doesn't stop and we have to grow up and someday we become the mate of someone else who look upto us like we did in our childhood.
