![]() Dad's Gift.A Poem by Prabha Salimath![]() Written in an honour to my Appaji for a beautiful gift.![]()
I find a treasure,
but not the key. It's like familiar with me. It filled with gems, gold and all the precious. Partially I can use it. Since the day I find it. I really enjoy it. I don't know to treasure it. Recklessly I use them, to decorate a paper. Still I keep it secrect. Bcoz the fear of losing it. I don't wanna loose it. I'm so possesive of it, as well I'm proud of having it. I have a question, as the years passed. I find no reason, to keep it secrect. One day I gifted a piece of treasure. May be to one or two later on years to four or five. I keep on using it. One day I find, an ancient treasure. Like I got in my childhood. Now I know the truth. Why I'm so familiar with it. The key is in my 'Blood'. My dad gifted this treasure. © 2014 Prabha SalimathAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on July 27, 2014 Last Updated on July 27, 2014 Author![]() Prabha SalimathIndiaAboutEveryone is unique piece of God, a very intelligent artist of this universe. I know it sounds crazy, what I have to do? I believe this. I do started to write since I'm 11yr old but scared to exhibit i.. more..Writing
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