Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Invisible


Those were the invisible hands,
Which shared my dream,
By toiling and sweating for me.
Those were the invisible eyes,
Which shared my smile,
And wiped my tears.
Those were the invisible legs,
Which ran alone while I toddled.
Those were the invisible ears
Which heard my complaints
And gifted me new resolutions.
That was the invisible tongue,
Which made me taste delicacy.
And this is my visible man,
My great father!
Who loved to be invisible
And the one who wished
To see my visible trophies.

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