At three, you walk away from my life
Abandoned, I leaned on uncles and cousins
Never learning the father’s love
You were not there to see me grow and bloom
They say that dads help in times of gloom
I looked for you in my momma’s love
How I wish you had cared for your health, then
And lived the life with utmost care
I too would have learnt of father’s love
And known what it is to be a papa’s girl.
(c) Pushpee
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