The Lonely Father

She refusesto let me have you ,as if I’m not worthy as I should have been.

She taunts me for evry single step , as if I’m not good at any skill.

She orders for you ,as if I’m a servant of you both .

She makes my nightsore darker, as if I have killed someone.

She told me the meaning of words , for you, only for you my little daughter.

By: Aryan Choudhary

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