TODAY -
An ode to a daughter
Thingnam Herojit Singh *
Miles may do apart us,
may us distance by,
Ranges of hills...
yet, you are with me
In my breath...
In the warm morn sunshine,
I see your chubby cheeks.
When the breeze wafts,
Do I feel your breath.
And dear, when you smile
The moon looks so bright.
And if you happen to cry.
The stars hide behind
the clouds...
Dear, we are just one
Like Joh Donne's twin compasses.
After the circle is over,
Together shall we be.
'Cos' you are but
my dearest and ultimate.
And the dearest of all.
And dad misses you.
* Poem written by Thingnam Herojit Singh for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on March 05 2015.
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