The naked truth is better, far better, I think...
Than the best dressed lies....
Which I am so tired of keeping in corners of my heart..
I just can't forget you, my father! Q
Why I was taught to be honest and humble,
All the way kind and helping...
Is this world a kind to survive.....
You were here! Now where are you?
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very touching....loving, ardent and devotional lines… parental love is indeed a great truth…..and one glows and basks in it whether 6 or 60….. well done cheers