My Superhero
Loved to hear brave Hercules deeds,
Watched Superman for his flying traits,
Dreamed to be Spiderman for human needs,
Ironman merely against aggressive cats,
As childhood ceased mind got ease,
Hero changed and so did the dreams,
Romeo and Juliet started to please,
Riches and gold came through the beams,
In an age mature, there came a thought,
Looked all around, searched every corner,
In a single hero, Hero I sought,
Heroes my local and of the foreigner,
Had no powerful mighty flying wings,
No force to climb or hop like spider,
No extraordinary power no steel rings,
Neither was he a mythical ghost rider,
Beat of my heart, the sight of my eyes,
Father, my hero, reason of my rise.
poem by Jahan zaib
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