When I bring toys to you, my child
I understand why I bring those toys;
To play, to touch, to admire my
own childhood, remained un-couth somewhere.
When I decorate stars in your strands
I understand why I tie them so soft;
To my pleasure; joy and contentment
Which I never attain out of very less!
When I bring sweets, chocolates to your
Greedy hands;
I understand why I taste them before
To know the taste, familiar to you
That I never heard
the name even.
When I kiss you to make you smile.
I understand why I kiss so tenderly
To make you feel, that you are safe
my child, even in
exile.
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