My Daughter, Disha. Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

Every now and then
You creep back into my mind,
Even I am far
Miles and miles away from land,
Because, You only
thinkin about me,
Longing for me,

When to back home?
counting days and hours
in calendar and watches.
More often than me,
That thought-
Transfer to air and sea.
Touches me from far and far
at any where,

Your face
your smile
your talk
also can feel and hear
from far, very far
at near and at here.
I love my daughter.
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