Oh Dear Daddy
How much do I miss you these days,
Never felt so weak and vulnerable
when you were there daddy.
Remembering the good old days
when You were there with us…
The rains we used to enjoy watching
The evening tea and the chit-chats…
Don’t even remember an instance
where you’ve been angry at me.
So bounding was your love and affection
You never said no to any of our desires.
I particularly remember the days when
you were right behind me, supporting me
during the times of my failures.
Memories are still afresh of the day you brought me
to LIBA, the days you visited me at hostel…
Oh I miss you daddy L
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