She went on her knees, She tried to speak
but her efforts failed & tear rolled down her cheek
She wiped it once but it started to flood
With heavy voice she somehow did utter
'When I was young you had made a Promise
My every difficult task you will bring to ease,
But where are you now, when its getting difficult to breathe? '
She was waiting For a reply when she knew it won't come!
She blamed the god who took away her sheathe..
Month went over and she grew weak
She missed those arms which held her to peak..
While flipping the past photos a note fell down
She picked it up, , it was written for a daughter
'Oh my cupcake', She began to read
'The hands of clock are a way to mean
Your week long picnic don't let me sleep
Your barbie is missing you and am missing mine..
The clean room make it tough
And how the kitchen smoke don't make me cough!
And I know my chef is missing me too
but remember my word forever and always
NO DISTANCE, NO GOD CAN SEPERATE ME FROM MY PRINCESS
AM SEWN TO YOUR HEART, NO ONE CAN TEAR US APART'
The years old letter made more sense now
In the warmth of the air, she felt her dad
She had forgotten her love alive in heart
But the letter from dad, didn't let it die..
And the wilted princess begin to fly!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem that is touching and emotive it celebrates a beautiful relationship...that is eternal liked