Mourning Angel
T he days are obscured when paa called me his princess, The exhort for fatherly love has put me to distress, My ecstasy was everything to him, He didn't knew that without him my gaiety will be at brim, Recalling the evenings when paa took me for travel, The care he bestowed to me is lost at every level, I always commanded to him my desires, Now I find none who even try or considers, I am an independent girl, But the decree of selfless love is at whirl, Looking back I just find his chronicles, I yearn that once again paa could hold my fingers