Father To Daughter Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

My eyes were sea of dreams when flowers bloom
In soil of fertile heart in restive time,
Hath weaved wants with cords of inner bright
And placed pearly stars in crown of sky,
This bird would pause to grab the gust of fate
To grant the wing a glide of self to goal,
But! Gentle clothed patch of cloud in play
That gaily spread its secret brutal arms,
And darted gloomy grey all over sky
Before my sight, the bird with flattering life
Was lost in trap, the fly was blaze'd last.
I'm dead! But eyes not Thar yet___ dreams alive,
I read my dreams in every clutch of hand,
Your every beat of breath, thy every spring,
Let fall my dreams for Me and do with Yours.