Dad..
Sometimes I wonder,
How the things had been
When i was ur little princess ..
Those very injuries of mine,
and then ur struggle to make them fine..
My crying out loud,
and then ur efforts to offer me back my
smile by gathering that crowd..
U blessed me with sound sleep on ur belly,
and then passing the sleepless nights thinking about my future really..
These all are the memories of past..
But traces of these are for last n last..
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