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Feb 2019
A note to my father..


When I was born you were the first one to hold me in your arms ,
The nights were sleepless and the days were exhausted


You were there...


You hold my fingers to make me walk,
I was full of questions and you answered it allΒ Β 
From my need to my want

You were there...

I remember those bike rides,
I remember those conversations,
I remember the last World Cup matches we watched together,
From my sadness to my happiness

You were there...

I remember your care and I miss it,
I remember your love and I miss it,
I remember those days and I miss them,
I remember you and I still miss you..

But you are not here....


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Harshita Srivastava
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Harshita Srivastava  24/F
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