Life was an arid waste land
like the dessert of queensland
Dry plants,dry soil,dry troat and a dry heart
Without the Shower of Love!

Longed for my daddy love
Who was far away……
Not able to express em’
Waited and waited for the dessert to change
To a greenish, natural land of love!
I who became morose and pale day by day
Wrote and minstrelled all night and day!
Without the Shower of Love!

On an unusual day
saw a cloud impregnant,
Wich made my heart happy
because it was the Shower of Love!
Indicating my loving daddy arriving finally!!

Blind with tears
Hoarse in sound
I happily welcomed my daddy
With a huge hug!!!

And the Shower of Love rained,
on and on on…………
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Bhagya Nandakumar