My Daughter, My Delight by Khan Mohd
Life was dull though no dent was visible on her face
It was slightly scary though no shrill was making me shiver
But everything was in pause, deadlocked and standstill.
On one chilly evening, I was ambling outside the labour room
Suddenly, I heard the call of life warped in a warm and soft blanket
When I hold her, I realised that the life rests in a blissful innocence.
Her beaming eyes were powerful enough to illuminate my senses
And her warmth was stimulating enough to make me alive once again
Since then I have been living with a pious delight, the life, my daughter.
Surprisingly, it was not the borrowed happiness, it was a gifted smile
A daughter is always dear to her dad and always close to his heart A daughter is enough to make you proud and happy.
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