Paa your always my Santa,My needs are always is your grant..
Couched in your arms like a cocoon,
I do remember the flying balloon..
The way you tried making me smile,
Which I haven't see for a while..
You were the one who taught me count,
Which makes me keep my lifes account..
You noticed the way I fall,
But told me always to stand tall..
My behaviour has hurt you,
That doesn't mean I don't love you..
I go mad when you don't talk,
Lets pass life just like a morning walk..
Pat at my back is what I need,
I know you can always feed..
I still need your hands Paa,
Pockets size as of your pants Paa...!!!
