"Papa, Papa" I hear gently spoken words
I clearly make as they are heard
I become restless to see her gain
I went down with joy and pain

She is my only daughter
Son is here to look after
Yet her absence makes me restless
The worry lines run on face

It is natural to feel
When children are away in real
Even thought we have sent them willingly
The absence eats up from internally

I often hear her
In deep sleep to alter
My mood for whole day
She appears in vision all the day

I wish her all the comforts
Even though she always reports
About her being well
I proudly disclose the news to all

Fathers have attachment
To their daughter
As they are some times considered weak in family
I pray for her being strong to almighty

hasmukh amathalal

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