I tore a paper, spilled some ink.
To write a poem, I think.
'To Dear Dad' I wrote,
'You're the best' I quote.
Of all those pain I've given to you,
I still remember how you tied my shoe.
When days were younger, and so was I,
When stars shone bright in the sky.
How you gave everything I wanted,
By us how randomly the stars were counted.
In deep meadows, with trees and leaves,
Was I that bad that you had to leave?
It hurts Dad to live here,
where human-like demons are everywhere.
Forgive me, Dad, I was worst I know.
I wish I had said, 'Please don't go!'
I tore a paper, spilled some ink.
To write a poem, I think.
'To Dear Dad' I wrote,
'You're the best' I quote.
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ReplyDeleteNice poem Zain!
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