I Love my daughter
UnderGloom's onslaught;
My love lessens never
If she loves me not.
I know her worry
From misconceived fears
And like in the past
I understand her tear.
What I wait for
Is just her return back;
For loving offers for her
Are rotting in the pack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lalatendu, such a touching poem👍👍👍