Daughters, the greatest blessing from above,
Sent to us with pure and boundless love.
In the heavens, their beauty does shine,
Precious rewards, treasures divine.
Resting on the Lord’s right hand they stand,
Guiding us through life with a gentle hand.
In difficult times, they’re our truest friend,
A love that lasts, that will never end.
Treat them with love and regard each day,
For no one on earth is like them in any way.
Their sincerity and care, so sweet,
In their presence, our hearts find complete.
Angelic beings, so rare and true,
Daughters, we’re forever in awe of you.
They’re not just humans, but living art,
Giving selflessly, right from the heart.
They sacrifice their lives for our pleasure,
Let’s make their journey a joy to treasure.
They are truest friends of their parents
Even after our death they pray for our repatence.
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BUSHRA TANVIR
I am a poetess and article writer
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