Oh my dad you make me built

One day I realized a potter, 

who nurtured me with a slight jack,

And I found a jotter, 

which was plain some years back,

Now I felt why he hates the flying kites,

Why he stopped me trying bikes,

Why I fought to get a ride,

Why I brought to play at sight,

Everything is so clear now,

Why so lately have I vision to see a dhow,

One day I found a shade, 

that was bigger than I ever had,

And I felt it is on me since my birth, 

It bind me like a girth,  

Now I felt why I am stable still,

Who always check me to be an istle,

This is not a mystery to be said,

This is a history to be made,

This is not my sorrow not my guilt,

Oh my dad you make me built,

I am far but I can feel how,

 you love me always to heal,

Oh my daddy I was a fool, 

I will ever be your lovely pool,  

I never let you lose your meld; 

I never allow my love to mend,

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