Peep a window
for me, dad
Open the sky gate for me
Lately I have missed an image of you
O my loving dad
in between those clouds, blackish there
My voice falls
by your heights
and can't get to you through
Get me your hands;
a finger touch
to my golden days
Come, come by your stern smile
mustache overgrown;
I have kept my homework done
Peep a window
for me, O dad;
As tears streak my face
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