Back in the days, when the sailors went astray,
Nomads and messengers lost their way
When their hopes and spirit took them no far
They all turned up to the great North Star.
Steady as a mountain, it spitted out fire
With its vigour, it let them not tire
It was a source, for their much needed power,
As static as north, they called it North Star.
From a kid then, to now being a lad,
I’d found the North Star in my dad.
When my morale, went fathoms deep,
When an ever-smiling face was about to weep,
He watched my back, was a source of my cheer,
Knowing he was around, I felt no fear.
In ups and downs, he brought me at par
He was my hero, my north star
Stood out as a man, in a million men,
If I were to rate, he was ten on ten
Was witty, learned and funny,
An orator as good as Mark Antony
A workhorse, always busy like a bee
In a jar full of candies, he was a bar,
He was a special one, my North Star
And even today he stands tall,
Ready to catch me when I fall
Be it night or be it a day,
I know my North Star’s just a call away
Makes my troubles his, and his happiness mine,
Would do everything to make sure I’m fine,
He can be miles away, but he’s never far,
He’s my best friend, my North Star..
