We counted the stars,
Before we slept,
Out in the open,
In the cool fresh air.
Me and my siblings,
Then fought over it,
And asked Papa about it,
He always favoured me.
Then told us about,
the sun and the moon,
And planets and satellites,
Circling round them.
We had a thousand questions,
He had a million answers,
He talked about the Milky Way,
Of Galaxies,Of pole star
In my dreams,
I could see myself
jumping from one star to another
In the huge playground of the universe,
Just like I crossed a puddle,
Jumping from one stone to another.
That night when I got up
Crying scared of darkness,
He told me that
the sun must be shining in America now
And soon it will come back here
My little brain could imagine pitch dark night
And the sun shining like furnace in the sky,
Throwing fire balls.
He laughed louder than ever,
on silly tricks my imagination played.
Very sweet.. Reminds me of my dad
Thanks Jaya , Childhood has cosy feelings
Papa loves his daughter more💚💚
They are the best🤩😀
Precious days
Thanks Sonali
Wow.. Loved it… ❤❤❤
Thanks Kirti
Beautiful…lovely imagination…
Thanks Sarah for liking
Beautiful poem Mam! I love your writings for the emotions they hold!
Thanks Nitika for liking
Beautiful poem, ma’am! Papa ki Pariya🤗🤗
Thanks Pooja for liking
Beautiful poem. Father’s love – A treasure indeed
Thanks Gowri for liking the poem
Childhood memories are rarely erased. Loved the poem.
Thanks Mumtaz
There is so much love in this poem, ma’am. Simply beautiful.
Thanks Moonmoon for liking the poem
Really connected to the poem ma’am, Beautiful
Thanks Rupali
It is so true. Girls have a special bond with their father.
Thanks Indrani for liking the poem.