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O My
Would be daughter
This father of yours wrote
Throughout his life
And for whom
You will be book
a gracious book of poems.

Nothing is dearer
than my book of poems
your mom
is like a hard-bound book
under which
I was bound too
unconsciously and without
which, I would have been
scattered some day.

To greet your coming
I wish, I write a book
which you see at first
I wish again
you play
with the colored pix
and when you start eating
My wish will be
let your first bite
be of these pages
imprinting as
the reminiscence of dedication.

For, when I pay the
debt of nature
only books remain
in which I lived
and only longed to be
a book
enchanting, charming
and noble one.