They forgot it that she too is a daughter of someone,
Now away from her home,
Taking to the route of life,
Reaching where finally?
Her tears none understood it,
The wet eyelids and eyelashes,
A voice drenched in tears, soaked in pain.
My daughter, where are you,
Let me touch your cheeks?
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It's a great poem of a great memory with true feelings and true emotions.