My little princess
Sleeping in my arms
Unaware of the world outside
Breathes as I listen
To the beats of music of her heart
Sweet, the little angel
You are
Born a rivulet of love
Would grow into a
Stream of passion
As my eyes bat
Think that your Dad is
A hard man
Never loves you, beats you
Just touch your Dad’s heart
Save you No one's there
Little love
Wake up In the ken of mind
Papa worries for you
Like you, many little angels
Die every day
Simply because
The birth of daughter
A burdensome load
Their father can’t carry
How would I make you believe?
You - the first poem
Of love I wrote long back
So happy that
With your birth
Seen light of the day
Your crooning is the music
Gives final touches to the
Unsung, unfinished song
Your dad dared to compose
Before your birth
How sadly...
Would I brand you a burden?
When your birth
Fills up the void in me
Perhaps the last rendition
Your father needed before
He breathes His last
