My Dear Father at the Beginning of My School Days

It was a day of summer,
He was holding my finger,
And, that was a bright sunny morning,
For the first time towards school, I was going.

It was a day raining heavily,
And I missed my school bus unfortunately,
He took me within his arm machinery,
To send me properly within my school boundary.

It was the day; I got first time full marks in maths,
He kissed my forehead and gave me several hugs,
I was really happy and bright then indeed,
Like a new plant was originated from a dormant seed.

It was a day of the season of winter,
To stay at home I was wearing a sweater,
If I found in front his warm court covered lap,
I hardly interested to wear a warm dress and a head cap.