Dhaka, Bangladesh
My daddy My hero

My daddy My hero

Khan M Salehin

I've been longing to cuddle you and watch every train passes by The night is very cold and my rugs are torn It cannot hold me warm like by your palp when I was your little child, Nothing can fulfill my thirst for your love It's only for what I still crave, Your love is one, bountiful and vast, But my weeny limb has been infirmed from starvation and thirst. You wrote to me months ago You will be back home soon, We will have a dinner together and dance with music all night long, Poor daddy, you broke every vow you had made to me. I don't put your ragged hat on and don't find myself grown up any more in the keeking glass, Neither do I hold your swagger stick and command, nor march forward like a hero with bruises and mauls allover the frame. A little do I know about your dreadful battle ground and what you do there But I always believe your valour would change the world indeed, Iwis a very little joss for mine. Daddy, is it true that shells and projectiles burst hither and thither, and bring the heroes down to their knees? Don't worry my heroic dad! You are in my prayers in every breath I take, In the battle field, daring battler, you won't die. I would live with or without your love if ever like mom, you also become a star in the sky. Daddy please don't die... 18/01/2020 / Belfast / Northern Ireland

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