No matter how hard the blow might be,
It won’t be harb to shatter your child ,
For its the same courage you instilled, its the same
Blood running my vein.
Your words are those verses for me which have
Taught me to face the crowd,
Your support is that wall on which i can lean
Upon when all others have demolished.
Life has shown touch pictures to you,
it was never a smooth run,
it was a struggle for every single pence,
censure and betrayal weren’t uncommon,
So it is natural dear father
for you to be apprehensive....
to fear about my future ,my fate.
Dear father, its a promise today,
i wont disappoint you,
won’t let that pride fall,
won’t be hurt by any emotional upsurge,
won’t be tired to reach my goal,
and finally won’t step behind
to fulfil all your dreams
-won’t fall short to be fit enough
To call myself a good daughter.
A daughter’s earnest desires from the deepest core of her heart!
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