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Just like her father

A priest came into my house, the very next morning,

My momma asked him to see, why I was raging.

He held my hands and looked into my eyes,

Your girl is like her father, outrageous but wise.

He said- “her eyes hold fire like her baby my child”,

in love with the ocean, deeply devoted.

The sun she has in her hands meant,

there is ray so divine!

Like father like daughter there is everything quiet,

Until you awake the ogre you’ll see them jovially and nice.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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