Someone asked me,
What makes you fame.
The person who makes 'Us' as 'We',
It's my Father's second name.
Working whole day,
Tired at night.
Still many don't say,
"I love you my Knight"
Just left with a 'Sunday',
A sleeping day for him.
Land your lap for him to lay,
With all the lights dim.
Then someone asked me,
What could make you chide.
It was a simple answer, you see,
If someone hurts my Father's Pride.
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