O my daughter, <br />You are married. <br /> <br />Your husband <br />And your in-laws <br />Are everything <br />For you <br />A relationship <br />Is automatically <br />Established with <br />Your in-laws. <br /> <br />O my soul <br />You are born <br />In this world <br />And you are attached <br />To worldly objects <br />You are to perform <br />Some duties here. <br /> <br />But my dear, <br />Remember, a sense of <br />mineness with these <br />Is merely assumed, <br />It is not natural. <br /> <br />Forget not, your <br />Natural relation is <br />With Ultimate Truth <br />Almighty God.<br /><br />gajanan mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-daughter-47/
