Don’t do it…
Too young you are…
Marriage…
To who,
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Thank you Rebekah, actually I don't have a daughter. This poem is dedicated to some of the girls I have coach in soccer/football over the years. It hopefully might help a few with choices and it was written from the heart to one girl I am close to and she still might make that choice. Thank you for reading.
One kind of insect we see here in our surroundings just at the night of celebrating Festival of Light. House tops are decorated with candle everywhere, fire-works are for the childrens.....everybody busy to celebrate the festival with love and pleasure. A particular species of insect just appear that night at random and they rush together to the light. Next morning you will see, the stags of dead insects everywhere. Its come from nature passionately and...... Actually, if you don't get the taste of burning yourself, you will not feel what is fire. Let her go to her own track and keep a place to your heart when she comes back. Thank you. Regards, pranab 10