A Father's Ode To His Daughter

The first time I saw and held you in my arms;

Since then I have not held any thing in parallel to your charm.

How beautiful were those eyes, when they first winked;

Signalling the blossoming of a bud, which I had not even dreamt.

The redness of your skin, the tenderness of your body,

Injected, in those rose petals, a feeling of envy.

Trust me! In your little palms butterflies hid themselves;

Evoking a flight of symphony as you allowed them to flee.

As you walked alongside me, I showed you the world as it is.

And you showered love on everyone, gently and equally.

When after those long walks, your legs ached,

I took you on my shoulder to show you the horizon's stretch.

With time you created your own horizon and zenith,

To end society's boundaries;

With each step you broke the shackles and the walls,

And finally put those obsolete ideas in their debris.

You are the beacon of hope and agent of change,

Striving each day to make this world more beautiful and gay.

I wish nothing but only happiness for you,

And stellar success in your noble pursuits.

All your laughter and smiles, I have preserved in one box of mine.

And when death will smile and we will part our ways.

And the Lord will ask heaven or hell?

I will say, "In that box of mine, let me dwell".

"In that box of mine, let me dwell ".