My daughter is playing around me,
And I am in my thoughts of remembrance and glee.
She held my finger,
The way I used to hold my mothers.
Swinged it too and fro,
Oh! My, the same as I used to do.
Leaving behind me, she ran,
Towards her Pa,
Shouting, “Catch me if you can!”
Why are daughters so dear,
To their Father?
I was similarly fond of mine rather.
I put on music,
And she tapped on it,
Which was amusing,
And at times terrific.
I too love the rhythms,
And can’t forget the together dance,
Me and mom with a smile like prism’s.
The flow of water,
Delights her and me.
I wish, I could play again,
‘Find the key’.
Playing with colors,
Is my passion.
Like her, was earlier on walls,
Scribing crayons with least botheration.
She wrapped my scarf around,
Oh! I miss my mum’s saree,
And lipsticks and her frowns.
As she sings a popular melody,
My heart beats longer,
As reminds the chorus singing,
With Dad in our fantasy.
She brings out child in me,
“You will also cherish,
Moments spent with me.”
Dear daughter, have fun,
As much as you can,
And be just like me!!
