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Monday, May 30, 2011

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
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

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