Continued. ...

And that moment can't be shared. .
As a strong man that I project
My heart can't just be bared..
So I talk with in and I talk to myself
And I stare at the pictures on my memory shelf....
And then at times ...
There is a giggle from mouli and muku tickles ...
That brings a smile back just like tastes like sweet pickle... (for rhyming )
Then I open my eyes again...nd
Again it's just the same...
That longing for my daughters continues........