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I met you at the door of my life
You carried me through storms, through sunshine
You listened to me until I knew my mind
When I am lost in the maze of my life
I dream your scent of wisdom
Your voice like clarity
Your hands like clocks that guide me in the world
Appa, I’m your star
Once, we traveled together in the forest
I did not know you were the guide
You will always be the best guide
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I’m Aishwariya. I’m passionate about writing, reading, marketing communications, books, blogging, poetry and editing. I’ve donned several hats, such as freelance journalist, copywriter, blogger and editor.
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Aishwariya, your amazing poem beautifully captures the essence of a loving and cherished relationship between a child and her father.
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