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Papa

By Parizad Gaur


 The last time I saw my father, waving a goodbye with his girthy hands, 

Through the foggy air of the station, 

Hiding pain behind his hazel eyes, 

I see, he was still looking at his small girl moving away from him, 

I never wished him happy birthday, nor father’s day,

But deep down , the silence between us 

Always whispered me, 

“I love you so much”.


By Parizad Gaur


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