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Aashvi Gandhi

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Aashvi Gandhi

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Dad

Dad

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His admiring soul,

Those bright eyes,

With a tint of white,

He acts like a tide.

Those fumes of love,

Renders the warmth of a dove,

Peeling all the pain away,

When there is no one to stay,

The foul soul,

Never loses hope,

To enlighten his daughter's goal.



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