Tuesday, 2 February 2010

father

i see you all the time, you see me ever,
i know i don't have to see anymore, i know;
that you are there for me, i believe.

everytime i come back, hurt and forlorn
you are there to caress and listen
and tell me 'it will also get over'

even if i act against your will and guidance
disobey and hurt you more
you forget it in a moment and hug me tighter

and correct every wrong that i may do,
hold my hand till i walk straight again
and give me formidable strength of yours.

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