playing in the lap of dreams
Adorned by silver beams
Eyes deserve the nursury rhyme
As if they stole Italian wine .
Seeing the picture in album
When will my papa come
Putting knife on sweet cake
Promises papa always break .
Oil of pain in her lamps of eyes
Papa will come , no more cries
Mumma , sing a saucy song
Why silence , what's wrong ?
She enoys her innocence
In the dark veil of ignorance.
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Online) - Published: October 16th, 2025 09:44
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem is about a baby girl who is still waiting for her father . Innocent child doesn't know that he is no more !
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