Ashes of roses Alone I stand with The prized medal in my hands…. He casted a smile on me in the memorizing world… The round eye...

A day’s love...:)

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Ashes of roses
Alone I stand with
The prized medal in my hands….
He casted a smile on me in the memorizing world…
The round eyes spoke a lot…
The charm of a seedling sprout…
With hope as tender;
And eyes as roots;
A day’s love it is;
Forever shining; I thought;
As his hands fell into clutches of his life…
Time paused; asked myself…
Was it “just” a day’s love?! 


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3 comments:

  1. Sruthi u really touched me. And many years ago; I distinctly remember it, your dad used to quote a piece of poetry from faber and faber book of poems ...... from the Bavarian Gentians by D H Lawrence.
    " Not every man has gentians in his house
    in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.

    Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
    darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto’s
    gloom,.

    Thats the poem I'll associate your father with. Always. And I say , not every man has gentians in his house , not every man has eskay either..... in soft September ....Reach me a gentian, give me a torch.....

    well, tell your dad I have him in me, see him in me, bec'z of you too. Not to forget didi, melting... tell her my love... urs ummer maman , wynad.

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  2. read my comments , read it out to your dad.... a floral tribute to the untiring champion of love and charms.... his favourite Bavarian Gentians !!

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  3. yaa mama....sure will...vayichu... ;) expect a call!!! :D <3

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