For my father, who knew. I am never old enough Enveloped in your big gentle hands I had seen my world for the first time Had smelled that familiar fragrance of your being And had heard the beating of your heart All I knew my world was that Your hands my father and your beautiful scent The familiarity of your voice and The...
Khalida Brohi
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