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Feb 2015
While learning to walk countless times I fell,
you picked me up and wiped my tears;
made me stand and watched me run;
stole all my unshared fears.
Witnessed many fairs on your shoulders,
on those arms I swung many times;
slept every night on your lap,
having you beside me whispering those rhymes.
Chocolates, balloons and teddies,
dollhouse and those toy guns;
I used to cry only for broken toys,
and you used to get me better ones.
Miss watching cartoons and sports together,
and cheering for favourite team;
miss that race between us,
and that winner’s scream.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

Taught me to ride the bike,
with bleeding knees I came to you;
you kissed my pain away,
and I started to begin all new.
Your love-turned-anger,
when I used to come home late;
was again a sign of care,
and a symbol that you are tired to wait.
Every scream followed after nightmares,
you heard in the middle of night;
did not know to sing but sang me lullaby,
till I forgot them and felt alright.
Got me everything I pointed my finger at,
sacrificed your dreams to pursue mine;
how much it takes be the one like that,
I shall hear through the grapevine.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

“Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.” ―Kiera Cass, The Selection

© Shreya ♥
“I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.”  –Imelda Marcos
Shreya Inks
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Shreya Inks  Bangalore, India
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