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Ice-Cream

“Papa, can we please go out somewhere today?”
“Darling I am busy, I have work pending,” you say.
Yet your heart can’t walk upon your daughter’s dream
After a while, you agree upon going for an ice cream.
She wears a wide smile, her eyes twinkle with elation
“I’ll be ready in two minutes”, is the declaration.
“Mumma, please take out my new pink dress
And also those shoes that go with it best.”
Meanwhile you receive a call from your boss
Some flaw in your report has made him cross.
“Sir I did what you had instructed me to do”
But he is too aggravated to listen to you.
“Is something the matter?” asks your wife
You shout as you narrate all the chaos in your life.
Your little daughter has been standing at the door
The wide smile, the joy in her eyes can be seen no more.
She had been waiting for you to compliment her on her dress
And also the shoes that went with it best.
Somebody at papa’s office had crushed her dream
Today was not the day for an ice cream.
When the world has been conspiring against you
Your tender little daughter has been facing it too.

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