His name is Bhupinder Singh.

I am his phone and he is my ring!

His name defined him as the earth's king.

He is very charming and down to earth.

And even doesn't remember the day of is birth.

He believes that oppression is the character hearth.

He is smart, cute and wise,

And his qualities may always rise.

Smartphone is his favourite device,

And he loves yoga and exercise

He is not at all selfish or greedy,

He's my all-time buddy.

Who mom calls hubby.

He has several mood swings,

Well that's the personality of kings!

But he doesn't wear those head rings.

A smile on his face is most suitive. 

Although his nature is immensely positive,

Yet in the house he's a nominal executive.

In the office work his mind always lurk,

But he never intermingles home and work.

And he plays with me the game of leg jerk.

His food habits are quite nice,

But you can give him anything with rice,

And he drinks water without ice.

He has a good height,

And he is my life light.

Now let me further write.

Whenever my nails I bite,

And he sees that sight,

He offers me his too to delight.

Well in a nutshell,

He is a solution bell,

Even when you are in hell.

Our cockroach killer,

An all-time biller,

And financial dealer.

He is not a good diver,

But an experienced driver,

And makes every journey livelier!

He sits on the driving seat,

To save us from worldly beat.

And he is the best I must repeat.

The more I go farther,

The more I love my father.

I don't know anyone other,

As good as my father.

He taught me how to sing,

Even when the situation is too grim!

That’s why my lips always ring,

Saying I am the bird and he is my wing…