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she calls melodiously DADDY

My happiness, smile, worries and laughter
Is due to my sweet, beautiful daughter.
Happy when she calls melodiously DADDY,
I smile in her acting as my best buddy.
Worry if she can grow up magnificently,
Laughter she brings in heart completely.
Such is my girl special to me and my life,
Whose reason she have been since the knife,
I've thrown which pierce my flesh and bone.
Now that my guiding star the GOD have shown,
To follow till death and love, care to my best,
And swear never to fall back to that darkness.

My daughter.

Like father like daughter.














My reason
Shy I was to the world my daughter is a mistake
                                                                                  Actually that's my mistake but now I 've wake.
 Realizing this world accepts me and my gal.....I am a father now proudly I'll say to all.

 "For our weak part turns to a great might and accepting reality is only the light." 
                                                                                  


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