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Old soul

The innocence of the new and the wisdom of the old, Grandfather was like a warm blanket in the nights of winter cold Stories at the bedtime, warm servings of love during the day, Setting up the swings for the play time and planting seeds when the mango season came Sometimes watched the birds chirping and sometimes gazed at the stars, Waited for the winters and for the mango trees to flower The dousing life was waiting for the bloom to burst with intense fervour, But Seasons came and went by, the white beard now old enough to be old no further His wish to taste the fruit he planted remained undone, For the life force had to leave this body only to come back again as a new one What a misery it was, the simplest wish could not be fulfilled The mould of the life certainly doesn’t work on the free will But then the season came finally, many many mangoes bored by the tree.. And the new one climbed up on the mango tree and alas he tasted it finally The new one yet the old soul, life came in full circle The wish that seemed unfulfilled was in-fact ripened up for a new purpose

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Date: 10/10/2022 8:23:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
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Aparna Sharma
Date: 10/10/2022 9:08:00 AM
Thank you kind soul for your generosity and warm welcoming words :)