Reflection
Mother says "shush"
When I address you affectionately with that name
One, that I rendered you with the warmth and devotion of a daughter's love,
But mother worries the others won't understand
And think of me as a flippant child
A situation, she'd highly dislike!
But you know better,
As you've grown used to it,
At times you only respond to that childish nickname!
And that you're my father,
needn't be confined to a tradition
that demands me to address you that way,
For any observant person who'd see daylight...
would know,
that this little woman with her oblong face and a book in hand
Shares a kinship with you.
And mother knows this well,
Why then, does she say "shush"
You must ask her that...
At times you look at me
and frown with disgust
It's something I hate to see...
I am like you and built from you!
I then, hate to think that you might frown upon yourself
For I have always seen myself
as an incomplete reflection
of your benevolent soul!
You say I read people well,
And hence I'll always have good friends
This isn't quite true...
And I must confess to you,
For anyone who has mocked you
in the slightest manner,
I've refused to recognize...
Relations begin and end with you
And of course,
this is a fragility
I would like to keep aside!
Your childish grin,
You're very conscious of it
But it always does add a pinch of brightness to my day,
For that smile does spread across your face,
And reaches your eyes
that hold all those guileless sentiments together
And always does
give you away...
You're suspicious of men who talk to me,
For you haven't seen anyone like yourself!
And so you tend to protect me in this man's world
that is a metaphor of vile sentiments
and elements contrary to your innocent self!
I like it when you're protective,
For it gives me a pride in being your daughter!
But do not frown upon me,
and believe in yourself,
For you've always managed to succeed,
And you just can't go
wrong here,
In fathering a little insane,
a little broken
But yet, a child who loves you
so immensely!
Mother says "shush"
When I address you affectionately with that name
One, that I rendered you with the warmth and devotion of a daughter's love,
But mother worries the others won't understand
And think of me as a flippant child
A situation, she'd highly dislike!
But you know better,
As you've grown used to it,
At times you only respond to that childish nickname!
And that you're my father,
needn't be confined to a tradition
that demands me to address you that way,
For any observant person who'd see daylight...
would know,
that this little woman with her oblong face and a book in hand
Shares a kinship with you.
And mother knows this well,
Why then, does she say "shush"
You must ask her that...
At times you look at me
and frown with disgust
It's something I hate to see...
I am like you and built from you!
I then, hate to think that you might frown upon yourself
For I have always seen myself
as an incomplete reflection
of your benevolent soul!
You say I read people well,
And hence I'll always have good friends
This isn't quite true...
And I must confess to you,
For anyone who has mocked you
in the slightest manner,
I've refused to recognize...
Relations begin and end with you
And of course,
this is a fragility
I would like to keep aside!
Your childish grin,
You're very conscious of it
But it always does add a pinch of brightness to my day,
For that smile does spread across your face,
And reaches your eyes
that hold all those guileless sentiments together
And always does
give you away...
You're suspicious of men who talk to me,
For you haven't seen anyone like yourself!
And so you tend to protect me in this man's world
that is a metaphor of vile sentiments
and elements contrary to your innocent self!
I like it when you're protective,
For it gives me a pride in being your daughter!
But do not frown upon me,
and believe in yourself,
For you've always managed to succeed,
And you just can't go
wrong here,
In fathering a little insane,
a little broken
But yet, a child who loves you
so immensely!
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