Everyone Says, I am Like My Father
सब कहते हैं, मैं अपने पिता जैसा हूँ…
सब कहते हैं, मैं अपने पिता की तरह हूँ…
Everyone says, I am like my father,
The same strong voice, the quiet laughter.
Eyes that hold a stubborn gleam,
Hands that build, shape, and dream.
They see in me his steady stride,
The way I tuck my pain inside.
A mind that rarely bends or sways,
A heart that loves in silent ways.
But what they don’t see, deep within,
Are the battles fought beneath the skin.
The doubts I hide, the fears I tame,
The weight of living up to his name.
Yet if I carry even a part
Of his kindness, strength, and heart,
Then let them say it—I won’t deny,
I am my father’s, and I stand with pride.
Everyone says, “You’re just like your Dad,”
A line they toss, a truth they’ve had.
The way I laugh, a rumbling sound,
The stubborn streak, on hallowed ground.
The tilt of chin, the brow’s deep line,
The searching eyes, that softly shine.
The way I pace, when thoughts take flight,
The quiet strength, that burns so bright.
His weathered hands, I see in mine,
The patient touch, a gentle sign.
The stories told, in voice so deep,
The seeds he sowed, the fruits I keep.
They say I walk, with measured stride,
The same resolve, I cannot hide.
The love of books, a whispered plea,
The silent dreams, he shared with me.
And though I strive, to carve my way,
His shadow lingers, come what may.
A heritage, a woven thread,
“Just like your father,” they have said.
In eyes that mirror his own gaze,
I see a reflection of familiar ways.
Everyone says, with a knowing smile,
“You’re just like your father, all the while.”
His laughter echoes in my voice,
His strength in every choice.
The way I stand, the way I stride,
Reminds them of him, side by side.
His wisdom guides me through life’s test,
His heart beats in my chest.
In moments of doubt and fear,
I find solace in the lessons he holds dear.
But who am I, beyond his name?
A blend of him, yet still the same.
I walk the paths he paved with care,
Yet forge my own, with steps that dare.
Everyone says, with a nod of pride,
“You’re just like your father, side by side.”
But I am me, a unique blend,
Of his legacy and my own trend.
In his shadow, I find my light,
A beacon that shines through the night.
I am his son, yet my own way,
A journey of love, day by day.
“Everyone Says, I am Like My Father” by Ajay Gautam
Everyone says, I am like my father,
In the way I walk, in the way I gather.
The quiet strength behind my gaze,
The fire that flickers but never sways.
They see his shadow in my stance,
His patience in my circumstance.
The way I laugh, the way I speak,
The way I comfort when hearts are weak.
Like him, I hold my worries tight,
A silent warrior through the night.
Not one to break, not one to bend,
A steady heart till journey’s end.
Yet in my soul, a storm does rise,
A longing question in my eyes—
Am I just him, a mirrored part?
Or do I hold a different heart?
For though his footsteps mark my way,
I carve my own with each new day.
I am his echo, but still my own,
A seed of him, yet fully grown.
Everyone says, “You’re just like your Dad,”
A phrase that’s echoed, good or bad.
The way I laugh, the tilt of chin,
The stubborn streak that lies within.
They see his hands when mine take hold,
His stories spun, though mine are told
In younger tones, a different rhyme,
Yet patterned still, by passing time.
His quiet gaze, they find in me,
A silent strength, for all to see.
The way I ponder, deep and long,
Where right and wrong, in shadows throng.
His love of books, a whispered plea,
His gentle heart, they claim they see.
The selfsame dreams, the selfsame fears,
Reflected back, through passing years.
I wonder then, with curious mind,
If I’m a copy, neatly lined,
Or if within, a spark remains,
A different fire, through my own veins.
Perhaps it’s true, the blood we share,
A legacy, beyond compare.
But in the echo, I will strive,
To be myself, and truly thrive.
Everyone says, I am like my father,
A reflection of his strength and laughter.
In eyes that shine with a similar light,
I see his spirit, a guiding sight.
His words of wisdom, I try to hold,
And walk the paths where he once strolled.
With every step, I feel his pride,
A legacy that I strive to abide.
His heart of gold, a treasure rare,
I hope to emulate, with love to share.
In moments tough, I hear his voice,
A gentle whisper, a heartfelt choice.
Like him, I stand through trials and strife,
And find my way, through the darkest life.
With each passing day, I grow more bold,
Embracing the traits that make me whole.
Everyone says, I am like my father,
A comparison that brings me joy and laughter.
For in his footsteps, I find my way,
And in his love, a brighter day.
So I’ll keep walking, with heart aflame,
And honor his name, with every step I claim.
For being like him, is not just a fate,
But a blessing that guides me to create.
“Everyone Says, I am Like My Father” by Ajay Gautam
