Isn't it ironic;
Sky trying to impress the world
Yet receives the blame first.
It gives the warmth
The world complains.
It gives chills
The world complains.
But when the world is sad,
It looks at the sky for comfort,
So does the daughter in the family.
Just like the sky
Easily gets criticized
But she is the family's only healer.
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Author:
Dooli S (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope this poem screams the untold story of all the daughters in every family.
- Category: Sad
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