White Rose to my Child
You were frail, frailer still our fate,
I wonder, fate-beguiled,
How your eyes must have looked for me,
O my ill-fated child.
And far away to welcome you,
No time had you to wait,
To get admired in father’s arms
On that ill-fated date.
If helpless to hold you to heart—
A new-comer in world,
Let me give this white rose, my child,
A bit frail now and curled.
Ye watching me with a pale soul,
In a time-warp’s wan wave
Amidst a pile of painful thoughts
I must lug on till grave.
Two scores and more was long years back,
My soul pallid, parched pale,
What a sore punch time waves still pack,
Gust my feelings as gale!
And as I give this frail white rose,
But why, I wonder wild,
To turn a new page and feel good?
To pare emotions piled?
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Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose
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