One day I asked God
What's the meaning of dad?
I waited but he didn't respond
Patience, I wasn't seriously it's fond
I ran to my house with a deep thirst
That's the memory of my mind at first
I drew a family of my own
My father was busy on his phone
I tried to show him what I drew
You know what he did when he knew
A slap was given on my face
I couldn't remove the painful trace
I was intuitive when I was a child
The pain they gave me was very mild
Even till now, I can't show my emotions
The curse, for me, was sadness of oceans
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