(My Mother to my Father)
Carefully nurtured in my womb
Who gave me day after day
Make by inches to whom;
He's my unlike gem and jewel
Given away to your hand
This time and the first time
For you to feel the relish of
fatherhood...
If reviving returns bother
Slowly touch your severe
When walks down with -
his little legs...
Since the day when
In the battle field of life
With adore and pleasant-
Hold his hands tight.
By Syed Kobirul Islam
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