Dark Daughter, Dark You, Dark The World Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Dark daughter,
Dark you,
Dark the world,
The ways of it.

Dark daughter,
Dark you not,
Darker the myths of life
And the world.

Dark daughter,
In this world dark-dark
And wide,
Where, where to go?

My daughter,
My daughter,
Dark daughter,
My daughter?

They call you dark,
But you not dark only,
Dark and beautiful
And lovely and affectionate.

You are, your are
My daughter,
Only mine,
Mine, of none but mine.

Dark daughter,
Dark daughter, in this world
Wide and vast,
What something more beautiful?

Than, than you, daughter,
My daughter,
Dark daughter,
Let them, let them as they know it not.

The pains and joys of being
The father of a daughter
And the filial love indescribable,
My daughter, dark daughter.

Daughter,
My daughter,
Dark daughter,
I and you, you and I only.

A father,
A father here lie I
With a daughter, a dark daughter
Into the hands of mine.

Dark daughter,
Dark daughter
In this world wide and vast,
Vaster the myths of life and creation.

And in the mysteries circling,
You and I, I and you,
You and I, I and you,
You and I, I and you, my daughter.

Dark daughter,
Dark daughter, my daughter
In this world vast and wide
Of mysteries and myths unknown.

Where to,
Where to go, my daughter,
Taking you,
My daughter, dark daughter?