And he left…

And he left,

With a backpack on his shoulder.

Realizing that it was life, 

The daughters grew older.

A smile on his face said something,

Oh dear! take care and I’ll be back

Mommy held their hands

And stood behind their back.

Living away from him,

She cried all along

For her daughters,

She became so strong.

No one helped,

No one cared.

The three stood still,

And rest stared.

Giving a tight hug

 She made them strong,

And the three cried all along.

PRACHI