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You Mean To Me

Think and Think deeply of time
When you are standing and standing alone
Holding hands open for the prime
Next of kin, in the pleading tone

Not wanting to lose the hand
Remained that ever you needed to hold
Hard was for you to walk on land
Made you he walk and he made you bold

If he is your dad, that too like a friend
Precious to me, as he is to you
Oh! God I have this message to send
Give him the favor to have him forever

To respect to love to tender to serve
To win forgiveness to hold to his nerves

Jahanzeb

poem by Jahan zaib
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