My Daughter, How To Save You From Heat And Dust? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Daughter, How To Save You From Heat And Dust?



My daughter,
small daughter,
how to save you
from heat and dust?

My daughter,
not their daughter,
but my daughter,
how to save you from heat and dust?

Just like a puppet,
a doll,
go I keeping you.

Sunday, November 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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