My Son Told Me
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My son told me
I am not up to mark,
I am not transparent.
My wife told me
I should be more intimate,
I should be more fair.
But, O my dear, How can I?
Since you are there
Within me and also
Outside, there you are.
You have made me what I am,
And I am here though not alone
I am here with an unique identity
That is Yours not seen in these eyes.
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