They all may be pleasing
And they all may be servile
But none stands firm in front of those looks
In front of that genial daughter smile
To greet me a ‘hi’ in front of her dad
Being the most challenging act
And she does it with perfection
With an utmost tact
Those waving of her fingers
And a subtle movement of her lips
Tries to steal from her dad’s eye
With those orthodox flips
But she is one of those rarest daughters
Who doesn’t change her attitude
Even when her dad is absent
She maintains her rectitude
Her decency being her greatest asset
She speaks so less, that I know
Even if she desires to talk to me
Her words are no more than ‘yes’ or ‘no’
Those are the reasons
Why every dad will feel proud
As I also pray to God, no matter
To grant me a wish which I desire
And bestow me with a Genial daughter
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