Dad, I was never your Son!
      You called me Princess, you called me doll   & when I was growing up you called me superwoman,   I loved it all as it was so much fun,   But you never called me your son       You never called me your son   As that would have meant that sons are better   But for you the difference never mattered       It didn’t matter whether I wear frock or I wear shorts   Whether I play with doll or with cars   On my graduation, you opened a bottle of scotch from your bar       Whether it was an adventure sport or a trip to Iraq   You encouraged me to pursue all the things   I didnt see many girls at these places   Because it was their fathers who didn’t give them the wings       I don’t say it enough, but I am really thankful   For not only giving me this life but letting me live the life   I am not your son neither I want to be   For you taught me that a good kid is what I should be

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