Poetry

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It is unimaginable
That someone who have not seen me
Will bet all he has,
Not to talk of his life for me.

Why should he make such a decision?
Had he any special vested interest?
Even if he has,
Did it worth that much?

When I know not
He trailed me
Undertook to pay all my debts
Debts I incurred here and there.

He took my pain
And made it His.
He carried my burden
And made me free.

He guaranteed me
To look up to him,
To depend on him for all my needs
For in him there is no regret.

Why all these?
Because I made you in my own image,
Your are my flesh and blood,
You call me father!

He who touches you,
Touches the apple of my eyes
And he who fights against you
Is fighting against me.

You are a peculiar creature.
I am in you and you are in me.
The word LOVE is inadequate to explain
How dear you are to me!

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