My Daughter.. From a Father’s Eyes

Desire to have her glimpse
made me to open her door in wink
she was there sleeping like a plucky.


The buttery eyelids camouflaged her peachy eyes
migrating iris over the buttery eyelids
piercing her deep into the virtual world
the world far beyond my imagination
gulped her for few hours
the world where she is fighting alone, independent
the place where she is facing her fear, taking her own decisions
she was dreaming, her future, her past and her present


She was learning from the unreal world
the teachings, which she always refused to learn in real world
she was my daughter, my lovely Daughter.



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