Lit my pyre, daughter..You lit my pyre.
It's my will to merge slowly into mire.
And you would never weep,
My brave girl.
For you know I told you each tear is real pearl.
I know it pains to see that
Dad is no more.
But remember you would
Withstand you swore.
In lonely hours when you
Miss me please resist.
Open the diary I left it contains
Unfinished wish list.
And for mom you would act
A son and even more.
Love her care her nectar of affection
Be there to pour.
But my kid lit my pyre for
I would want to melt like a wax.
At your holy hands you would extend fire
And I would relax.
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