Misunderstandings between father and son.
Composed on March 23, 2003 (Sunday) at The News International's Editorial Room in Karachi.
I orignally wrote this at poetry.com. This was written to some friends who are like my sisters.
This is for my brother who I hardly know anymore.
This gift...I don't think I deserve it, but I greedily accept.
Nothing worse than loving someone you'll never have, loving somone you *aren't allowed* to love.
My mom is a constant in my life and i love her for that alone
My dad is my hero.. because no matter how much i screw up he's always there to give me another chance
