Analysis of My daughter.

My eyes were brimmed with tears
and tears flooded my cheeks
when my daughter after marriage went to
father in law's house for many weeks.

She never left me alone
since her birth.
I bore her love
in my bosom with faith.

She put her head on my shoulder
when I took her on my lap
and I sang lullaby
if she was at night bed or in short nap.

Then she lived in her father's world
where she displayed her wings
like honey sucking butterfly
and flew like free birds.

We were living under one roof
and in same world.
but now we are residing in different world
and remain aloof.