My Daughter Poem by Gajanan Mishra

O my daughter,
You are married.

Your husband
And your in-laws
Are everything
For you
A relationship
Is automatically
Established with
Your in-laws.

O my soul
You are born
In this world
And you are attached
To worldly objects
You are to perform
Some duties here.

But my dear,
Remember, a sense of
mineness with these
Is merely assumed,
It is not natural.

Forget not, your
Natural relation is
With Ultimate Truth
Almighty God.