The Smile
They all grew wings and flew away
to distant lands, leaving the nest empty.
In the void of desolateness prevailing
my sky was draped in shades of grey,
until down the years lonely and long
when third generation buds blossomed,
albeit in the alien garden so far away,
to me the colors of joy drifted along.
The smile of grandchildren on ipad I see
each morning flashing like dawning sun.
From gloomy horizon of emptiness I rise
while the aura of delight embraces me.
May 24, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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