He sat silent with tears in his heart The wind was jostling as if It was taking him to the flashback The night was serene and dark A butterfly came and sat on one leaf Facing in front of his window Clouds became rheumy He grabbed an old photo with him And started visiting the bundle of memories He was with his small little daughter Holding her hands in the picture Soon downpour started touching his window And his eyes stared at the wedding dress That night was wheezing and freezing He still portrayed her as a tiny mischievous girl Whom he saved with his arms While she was walking the first time Whose he used to collect photos Clicked by his fusty old camera How she used to carry a tornado of talks And expressions and would smash Everything that came in her way while cycling Who used to fall asleep in his lap While studying late night And how he would make her coffee And some snacks during exams Rain became strong but butterfly held On the leaf and squeezed as if She was protecting herself As he turned pages There came a picture of her leaving for college He remembered how he hide his face in the car And didn't say, "goodbye" but "take care" Those days made him realize that His girl would no longer fall but fly Finally winds became slower Indicating that the rain would stop soon Then came the last page of few photographs Containing the celebration of her job He was the happiest that day Carrying the offer letter of her dream company His efforts and savings worked And both of them made proud each other He finally showed his tears to the sky Thanking God for helping him To stand by her side and support her The sky was fresh and cleansed And the butterfly started to blow her wings He came back to the reality Put the album in his secret suitcase And quietly folded the dress and Kept all the arrangements neat Because next day was very special to him As he was to see her princess dressed Like a fairy carrying his wings of love The very next day came Which was as precious as a diamond He clicked her picture wearing the dress With his smartphone gifted by her But this time he didn't hide himself But hugged her tightly And both shared a downpour Of memories and lessons The butterfly flew again with a new hope.
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Daughters are pride charm of father's eyes, and mother's sunshine . Who grows up like a beautiful butterfly. Love and peace spread as they pass by. Full of hope and pride they are going to take their Mother Nation to another height. Having modern thoughts, and traditional heart is always on their mind. They are full of strength and courage which are not estimate. -S.S