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The Untold Agony of a Dad


People don't always notice the tears a Dad cries
His heart's broken too when his child cries
He tries to hold all together and stay strong.
When everything is going against and wrong..
The care for his wife and his family , 
The way he comforts all.
Maintaining the balance for all throughout his busy schedule, 
The self desires are often found unscheduled.
So he waits for his pain to drain,
and his tears come like falling rain.
His world revolves on the happiness around him,
And he never lets the world go dim. 
He feels he need to be strong for others,
But deep down he has been hurt too. 
He often feels short when he answers,
But he's sure to never leave unanswered.
Smiling through his tears,
Struggling through his fears. 
All you see in him aren't always real,
Men don't always show how they really feel... 
They find it better concealed.
Hiding the pain and injury inside him
A Dad masks around alot within him.
His hardships can be recognized seeing his greasy shirt,
Deep inside a Dad is hurt! 

©Suraj Pandey

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  1. True,every word is so true. The struggles were all for us. He gave up on his happiness and looked at our smiling faces to define happiness.

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    1. Yes!
      and the struggle being so real is often ignored mostly too! 😊
      Thank You.

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  2. Sooo true and nice to see someone writing about the pain and efforts of a dad❤️

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    1. Yes Dads are seen to be never praised most of the times. Just tried to portray the pain and efforts..❤️❤️đŸ’¯đŸ˜

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  4. Well written... Awsome bro 😘😘

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  5. We always talk about the sacrifices made by a mother but we never talk about the unsung Hero of the family,a father
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    Well written Suraj bhaiya

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    1. Exactly!
      You will find his efforts and sacrifices still less than what we actually can think of. Thank You! ❤️

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  6. Good going . Keep it up👌👌

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  7. Hearwarming that their struggles and care is not unnoticed!❣️ So well written!!

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  8. Very nice and emotional 😍😍

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  9. True..very nice...excellent writing...

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  10. Yeah it's true men always don't show how they fell... Mard ko bhi dard hota hai... ☺️

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  11. the most influence person in our life...... is father ❤

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  12. I don't generally praise a blog but this one is soo flamboyant . Much luv❤ keep doing this kinda writtings. 😇

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    1. Keep Supporting brother...
      Thank You! ❤️

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  13. :) this piece was touching

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