Some expressions of love are quiet enough to be overlooked in the moment. Looking back, I realize that countless early mornings began with a simple act of care— my father waking before dawn so I could catch the day ahead.
Through the still dark dawns,
for the train before sunrise,
father wakes me up.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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