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Her First Love

Splurge,

Splurge, my dear.

Your needs,

Small or big,

He will always fulfill.

 

Cry,

His handkerchief is there

His shoulder for you,

Cry, as much as you want.

He will always be there.

 

Blame,

Blame, my dear.

Blame him for your debacles,

But he won’t budge.

He will always correct you.

 

Laugh,

Laugh, my dear.

He will make you forget,

The fight with your friends,

He is your best friend.

 

Ask,

Ask for any damn advice.

You know you can rely,

For he is always right,

He is your Sophocles!

 

Father,

The one who never cries,

But dies inside,

For your life is more important to him,

Than his own.

Hence, toil,

Toil, my dear,

To make sure,

That he always holds his head HIGH!

father

XOXO,

H ❀

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Spreading love and being grateful for everything God has blessed me with. Trying to persuade people to live a happy life and give more to society.

9 thoughts on “Her First Love

  1. It is the Father who teach all the values.
    He is the Man who always wants you to grow and become as good as you can in life.
    Most precious part of life.
    And Hasi hats off to you for this beautiful poem πŸ™‚
    :-*

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