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My child, with gentle footsteps you walk While cruelly ticks away the mocking clock With a heavy heart, I hide behind the cloak of courage My child you were once, now headed for marriage Darling, I remember when I first held you in my arms With naive pride, I promised I will protect you from all harms O little angel of mine, there’s a part of me that wishes I could ask you to stay And go back to the wonderful days, when marriage for you was a doll’s play This boy you brought home, he asks me for your hand Says I love her, sir, I hope you would understand My sweetheart, I know you love him more than anything But the desire to keep you close seems so beautifully tempting The red sari suits you quite well, my dear My little angel, you look so beautiful and pure My darling child, much too young to depart The home and love of this father’s poor heart Standing here, with my eyes helplessly filled Oh, how I wish I could have this moment stilled I watch as with a pinch of red vermilion he marks you as his And I smile as I watch your face glowing with pure bliss
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
Baabul
My child, with gentle footsteps you walk While cruelly ticks away the mocking clock With a heavy heart, I hide behind the cloak of courage My child you were once, now headed for marriage Darling, I remember when I first held you in my arms With naive pride, I promised I will protect you from all harms O little angel of mine, there’s a part of me that wishes I could ask you to stay And go back to the wonderful days, when marriage for you was a doll’s play This boy you brought home, he asks me for your hand Says I love her, sir, I hope you would understand My sweetheart, I know you love him more than anything But the desire to keep you close seems so beautifully tempting The red sari suits you quite well, my dear My little angel, you look so beautiful and pure My darling child, much too young to depart The home and love of this father’s poor heart Standing here, with my eyes helplessly filled Oh, how I wish I could have this moment stilled I watch as with a pinch of red vermilion he marks you as his And I smile as I watch your face glowing with pure bliss
priyanshi-dass
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
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