I call it innocence
She calls school Shkool,
Never afraid to wake me up,
comes to me when weeping,
complains to me when hurt,
showing me the things of joy,
in the morning, waves bye,
celebrates my arrival,
brings smile with her smile,
makes worried with her silence,
Cute little daughter of Mine
poem by Jahan zaib
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