Tears are rolling down from my eyes;
I miss you; you're not there to wipe my cries.
I remember the day for the first time you called me dad.
I remember your cries for the chocolates,
Your lies for the school leaves
Your dolls, your clothes, your smile;
Your fear for the dogs,
And your madness for ice cream;
You're turning towards me, while mom scolds you.
Your love for the movies,
And bitterness for the books.
Everything you shared with me
Is packed with a thread of love
In the core of my heart.
With the blessings of me and your mom
I write this to you
To a daughter leaving home
May you create a better tomorrow
And live happily.
A gift of no value,
From a dad to a daughter.

payal prakash shah

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