White Rose to my Child
You were frail, frailer still your fate,
I wonder how fate-beguiled,
Your sad 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.
Helpless as I’m to hold you to heart—
A newcomer in world,
Let me give just 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 carry till grave.
Two scores and more was long years back,
My soul pallid, parched pale,
What a sore punch time tends to pack,
Gust my feelings as gale!
And as I give this frail white rose,
Why, I do wonder wild,
To turn a new page and feel good,
Or pare emotions piled?
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Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose
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