Father Of The Bride. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

It is happening, hapenning so fast,
My daughter is a bride today,
But for me you still are my little baby,
And I am afraid to let you go away.

As I look at you in your wedding dress,
I think of the first time I saw you,
So small & fragile, I took you in my arms,
I am crashing now as I see you.

I am not sad, but I am scared,
You'll be soon gone,
This house that you made home,
Will never be the same anymore.

As I place your hand on your groom's,
Some part of my heart breaks,
A flower I grew & looked after for years,
Some stranger came and away he takes.

When your car started moving out,
I wanted to stop you from going,
My little baby, whom they call a woman,
From the moment I saw you, you never started growing.