Papa, Papa

"Papa, Papa" I hear gently spoken words I clearly make as they are heard I become restless to see her gain I went down with joy and pain She is my only daughter Son is here to look after Yet her absence makes me restless The worry lines run on face It is natural to feel When children are away in real Even thought we have sent them willingly The absence eats up from internally I often hear her In deep sleep to alter My mood for whole day She appears in vision all the day I wish her all the comforts Even though she always reports About her being well I proudly disclose the news to all Fathers have attachment To their daughter As they are some times considered weak in family I pray for her being strong to almighty