Never feel granted for anything.

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