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I don’t care
If she picked my growing shoes
Or her mother’s soft healing hands
As long as she is just my happy girl.
I don’t care
If she picked from either sides
Maternal or paternal light
So long she is the best in what she does.
I don’t care
I watch her smile sheepishly,
Humming to songs from the stereo
As if she knows the lyrics to the songs…
I don’t care
About the beats or musician
How did an infant love music
And happens to just love to dance as well.
Dwelling on a large fieldAmidst a buried seedSprouting into a treeThen to levels of seas,Change is a constant thingThe song the birds do singEternity is…
I have seen flagsRaised in bordersI have seen tapesEncroaching lines… The words I heardCarried by winds Came in varied In tones and tongues… I have…
Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughtsAnd the point where my conscience got burnt...Until it sees a beauty with grace and eleganceMaking a statement; fall…
Staring at an infancyI could smell her fantasiesAnd wonders of her dreams,Walking through the autumn leaves. With innocence at its peakBelly laughing, at a trickWhen…
