In the silent shadows of his love,
He toils, unseen, with hands so rough,
Building dreams for those above,
His sacrifices, pure and tough.

Day by day, he wears a smile,
Hiding pain, walking that extra mile,
For every tear he does beguile,
His heart, so selfless and versatile.

Nights are long, and rest is rare,
But in his eyes, there’s no despair,
He carries burdens with a prayer,
A father’s love beyond compare.

Through life’s storms and sunny days,
He lights the path in countless ways,
Unseen, unpraised, yet always stays,
His legacy, a father’s gaze.