Stop crying my child,
Wipe your tears dry,
You need to be strong,
To face the hurdles of this world.
Stop sobbing my child,
There are mountains ahead for you to try,
Have faith, bite your teeth and be firm,
Here, hold my hand and see the open sky.
Now slowly walk again my child,
And run as if you can fly,
Never to give up when you aim for the star,
After stormy rainy days, you always see a bright sky.
(My Child I love so much, IKRAM)
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One an feel the soul qualities of this poem. Coming from the deepest of a father's heart. A masterpiece. Consoling, nurturing, love in its purest of forms 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++