You leave my poor hut tonight
And I see you as far blurry eyes go
When they take you away.
I recall the day you were born
And the hours in dark under a lamp
As you grew up to this day.
Bless them all for the days ahead
Until that day they dance with tears
As you leave their palaces.
I will say goodbye again that day
In tears they will never understand
My daughter my goddess.
© Arindam Dey