Because you were there
One of the thousand poems I wrote about my first love
“Today I will not write about the disappointment on my unappreciative mother’s face but about the warm embrace my baba offered me along with his serene calm”
If you ask me about my first love
I would not answer with a boy I met
or a cartoon I liked
A stuffed toy
or a pet
I will put a hand to my heart
And answer with full truth
My baba
The man who gave me my name
The one who cradled me in his arms while I wept
When I got hurt he was my first cry
He protected me from every pry
Now today while my result got out
And my mother disappointed got up and about
My baba looked at me with praise
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And told me to keep my head raised
I got appreciated by many
Yet what my baba offered
made my eyes misty and my heart soft
Took for some moments all my worries away
Made my mother’s dissatisfaction background
made me the happiest daughter in world
This all made me realize
Even if I wrote thousand stories ,
a million poems
About the man who became my first love
I know they will never be enough
I will run out of words and pages
yet he will remain key to my cages
I know it when in life
I will be in state of strife
He will be there,
When someone will ask me ,
I will say because my baba was there.
