Pointless confessions

I only counted every time you didn't let me go out in rainy afternoons in childhood,

forgetting that you were the first one to coach me soccer tactics.

I only counted your stern warnings when I was wasting times in school days,

forgetting you were the first one to admire my artworks.

I only counted your hard and cold impressions when I took wrong steps in teenage,

forgetting always you were the one to save me at last.

I only counted your disgust against my rough lifestyle in youth ,

forgetting that your world is even more rough and competitive.

I have never been a perfect daughter a father like you deserve,

but still you have taken care of like a blooming rare orchid.

The last thing I want you to know,

whenever I hurt you dad, deep inside I hurt myself too.