Sorry about the late wish, I couldn't call in the afternoon and
fell as asleep later.
Happy Birthday, Appa..!
THE
LOVE OF A DAUGHTER FOR HER FATHER...
And spring has come,
So, so has birth,
And birth has come,
So has the muse of worth.
So, so has birth,
And birth has come,
So has the muse of worth.
But, man the fickle man,
Hides behind glower,
And refutes love
Mockery? Perhaps he fears!
Hides behind glower,
And refutes love
Mockery? Perhaps he fears!
Loved? or not?
Love is by most
But so is hate,
But unexpressed,
Love gnaws,
Love is by most
But so is hate,
But unexpressed,
Love gnaws,
A reminder, of an ever present guilt.
And though the season of spring,
Passed, is it ever late?
The expression of love?
Nay! Nay!
Passed, is it ever late?
The expression of love?
Nay! Nay!
For
though I might seem uncaring
For though I may argue defiant
Can a child hate her father?
And so can her father, ever think?
For though I may argue defiant
Can a child hate her father?
And so can her father, ever think?
Nay!
Nay!
The love true
Triumphs and time is irrelevant
And so are the changing seasons
Triumphs and time is irrelevant
And so are the changing seasons
And it with joy and endearment
I assure, and thank the mighty
That your eyes ever did behold
For though I might seem all but
My love will persevere
Through anger, through bitterness
For should it be otherwise?
I assure, and thank the mighty
That your eyes ever did behold
For though I might seem all but
My love will persevere
Through anger, through bitterness
For should it be otherwise?
The love of a daughter for her father…
Jinu
Christopher
Feb 16,
2015
That's your gift. Many people want to be wished properly for
their birthdays, because it's a reassurance that they are loved.
The poem is about, even though
I'm late in wishing (the spring) and the day has nearly ended, my love is not
any less and though I don't behave as such I do love you.
That however doesn't mean I
don't equally love my mother (so stop flaunting).
Goodnight!
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