A latter to my daughter...

Daughters rice bounce
Unchanged,
Departments with great steps

In the book shelf,
Books written on their cover on the cover.

A name written on one corner of the beautiful island painting hanging on the wall.

Reminders of soft feelings from silence,
Leaves ......
Daughter goes away.

Crockery of new fashion in the kitchen,
Meeting with your loved one's sentence,
Leave out dated dress in shelves,
In all new purchasing suits,
The mind is pressed into the Basil of Basil ... ..
Daughter goes away.

In their sleeping rooms, their touch,
Function of fingers in Rangoli of Pooja house,
Earliest childhood marks on the walls,
House patio filled with panini eyes,
The magnificent thighs cross the legs.

Daughter rice bounce is gone.

Your smiling pictures in the album,
Some dust-laden medals and cups,
In the courtyard, the street lights of the moonlight,
Wearing dolls, a sari is old,
The sad toys rolled in the gully,
Viharni dissolves throughout the house ....

Daughter rice bounce is gone.

Seeing the CD on wedding on TV,
Papa goes away when it comes to farewell.
All childhood pressed inside your pillow,
The challenge of responsibility is gone.

Daughters of Rice are released without a bounce.

... this is the only plant that is .. that is twenty to twenty-five years old and goes to the other courtyard then after that courtyard gives fragrance, shawl, fruit, saunoo and greenery ... less qualified than basil No ..... This is also worshipable ....... !!