Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams

Dad Could Imagine His Unfulfilled Dreams prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

Hello my baby doll
You will always be
An amazing bestowal of god
for your loving Dad
that was born with
an astounding will
emblazoned in your black eyes
were an undreamt-of and incredible
waves of inquisitiveness and
all the ups and downs in my life
were written off and forgotten
on the auspicious occasion
you were born and
I could imagine
my never unfulfilled dreams
fly high in the blue sky
I could now encounter
dark clouds of
disillusion and desolation

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David Bokolo

That’s the love of a loving Dad. You present this piece so sweetly, Negi.


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