Who Is The Real You?

The world found him cruel, 

To them he was harsh,

Maybe because they didn't know, 

What had happened years ago! 

A man who tortured, 

At the same time cried, 

Nobody knew the truth, 

That he had lost his wife! 

One side was pleasant

The other one rude, 

They desperately wanted to question, 

"Who are the real you?"

He never showed the real side, 

Until came his daughter,

For the little girl knew

Real side of her father! 

It was difficult for the world

To comprehend his two sides, 

One was hot as fire, 

The other one cold as ice!

The little girl still questions, 

"Why to me and not to others, you are polite?"

May because she doesn't know, 

For him, she's the shadow of his wife!