In vision my daughter resembles you.
Is it why that I take you near?
But a difference, I know you only as an adult.
Is it why that I hold you dear?
You are all, who made me a decade younger.
Is it why that I crave being near and dear?
Whatever it be, Oedipus complex or otherwise,
To remain nearer you is to me dearer.
While you depart
Way back I revert.
How to forget?
17.05.99, Palakkad
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