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Dear Future Daughter
Don’t worry about making right choices
After you born on this planet
Because choices are what you are gifted

Do remember courtesy of love
And give it to your Mom
Who open your eyes
After she kept in you in her warm womb
For
Nine months and Nineteen days

Dear Future Daughter
I don’t want your favorite colorist must be pink
Like any other ordinary girl
It could be anything
Which symbolize you a real astonish bold amazing girl

I don’t want you to be normal girl
Who live under someone else life
And trapped by dogma
Live for you
Live for your happiness

Dear Future Daughter
I won’t worry about what your hairstyle is
I won’t care what your fashion is all about it
I won’t stubbed you
Because you are the outcome
Of my amaze marvelous *****

No matter what life is up to you
No matter how many boys fallen in love with you
Not a big deal how many Purpose you would be going to rejecting it.

Dear Future Daughter
I promise I will love you with all of my heart
No matter what and your smile will be the upside of my day
I don't need you to be perfect, although you will be perfect in my eyes.

©Saujan Gyawali
15 December 2014
The change in me is terrible
This change doesn't help it makes
things way worse.Change is in all.
Change can hurt us all.But change is
also okay too.Change is what happens
but change can do things we wish to
take back most people say change is
good some say change is bad but really
no one pays attention to what change actually is.
The reason why the change in me is terrible is
because well my change is all in love and friendship
but for real the change in me is hurting me this change
will last forever but soon I will know what that change actually is.
Soon but not
*yet
the next poem of this one in the three poem sequence is "I finally know"
I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind

I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts  uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.

Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.

— The End —