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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The man called My Father</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My sister pointed a man on the road calling him our father<br>She had a faint smile hoping he would turn and smile back<br>I saw him walking away in a busy market wearing a suit<br>Perhaps a man on business while we stood like a failed investments</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I asked my mother about the man called My father<br>She weakly smiled and kissed my chubby childhood cheeks<br>Years went by and that man often crossed my way, often smiled too<br>And i smiled back to the stranger who everyone called my father</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We met once a while at his place greeting his new family<br>A mandatory yearly visits like paying homage to gods for life living<br>The man called my father looking at me with his guilty eyes<br>And i smiling at the stranger to the man who called himself my father</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dechen+Doma+Sherpa">Dechen Doma Sherpa</a></strong></div>

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