I can’t write rhythmical poetry, just trying to express something which cannot be expressed as a story.
Dedicated to my friend.
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You held me up with joy to the world,
I felt I was the most blessed child.
You pampered me with love and affection,
in a land where they kill the forbidden gender.
You had joy on your face,
when you told the neighbors that I succeeded in my exams.
You did shed a tear,
when I had a small fall.
You announced to the whole world with happiness,
that I am making great strides in my life.
In a land where they kill the forbidden gender,
a strong independent girl is all you wanted me to be.
I was blessed,
all I could do was make you proud.
Here I am,
disproving the world,
sailing through rough weather.
Look at me braving the challenges life can throw,
where are you dear father?
My journey has just begun,
see me take on the world.
I have broken the shackles, leaped to the skies,
I might be tumble, slip, miss a step, fall,
are you there to catch me?
Come back my dear father,
I need you to be with me.
Come back,
your little girl wants you more than ever…..
Posted on September 12, 2010
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