रविवार, 26 जुलाई 2020

Dear Daughter..

Dear daughter..
That I never had..
Wouldn't ever believe
Eyes my own..
The day I would have seen
The little bundle of joy
My very own..
Frail and fragile with an iron grip
Like my own..
The soft , thin ,firm little lips with
Amind of it's own..
Just like mine .
My very own..
Strong through thick and thin
Life that you could have been
Dear Daughter..
Be what you have been..
My beautiful unreal dream..
My dear Daughter..
That you could have been
Forever being alive
That spirit of my own..
To kindle a surreal dream..
Dear Daughter..
That I never could have..
My very own..


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