Spinster

She was the beautiful, benevolent daughter of her mother,

Because she was the younger one among the three brothers.

Her father fulfilled her wishes, though she wasn't greedy,

But she has one wish, to pursue her secondary study.

"No" a blood-curdling word came from her father's mouth,

For the first time, her father was oppressing her youth.

At a gallop, the girl became immaculately bloom,

All were beatific because they found a proportionate groom.

With a hugger-mugger, she decided not to look back,

She abandoned her home at night and took a haversack.

The next morning, her family read the letter and became aback,

They found she was going to fulfil the lack.

Abiding his daughter's decision the father cried and laughed,

He realised how the design of luck was graphed.

One day the father was reading a newspaper story,

Miraculously he found the writer was telling his daughter's history.

Eight years passed, still, he couldn't pretermit his daughter,

He thought he could get her through that story-writer.

He got his (writer) address and went to the city's streets,

Asking the neighbourhood, he walked with his feeble feet.

Looking at the writer's bungalow he fell into the deep core,

His tears fell after the writer opened the door.

Regretting his mistakes he hugged the charismatic spinster,

And he was proudly saying am the father of this pseudonym writer.