She is my daughter, I am her father
When she cries
My heart cries
I feel Stabbed by
A sharp knife
Her tears make me
Writhe in pain
When she laughs
My heart jumps in joy
When she is away
In my mind
Thoughts about her play
Worried of her welfare
Unable to concentrate
My mind sways
She is the melody
Of my life’s song
Dearest
Of all the faces
I am the plant
She, my flower
The most precious
Gift to me
From my wife
She is my daughter
I am her father
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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