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BEING SELFISH FOR MY DAUGHTER

When my daughter inhabits my vision,
Resides the creation in the Creator;
Nature proclaims itself idyllic on 
A fine n boonful ethereal order !
The vast cerulean walls mightily present
The glister'd images of my daughter
That no divinity can well equate
With all the glitters and glitz together!
Melt heaven and hell into the love urn
Of her motherly bosom, with kids' cheer
As i rejoice at the divine sojourn
Across the gliding rainbow of pleasure !!

 When my daughter slips from my mental bound,
Do i see tears, deprivation abound,
As follow my tense eyes the sight and sound
Of sufferings; and wretchedness all around !
The plaintiff moans of condemn'd sufferers
Rupture the summer through to the ether;
Under the palls of gloom, and doom, and fear,
The fatigued earth is all tombs and litters !
In countless notes of humans' tragic fate
The reality counts render the dirge;
Divine absolute ain't a bias, yet
The bonded mind cannot notice and purge !!

 Love for my daughter is a miss for man.
How can i be selfish being a human ?
And i can't live selfish if to opine,
My daughter, so, is mine, so all are mine :
Born selfish i must live selfish, for her,
And for all others truly enshrined in
Her Holiness, for my soul is ever
Bound in the soul she possesses within !!!

                                    -- N P Samal


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