Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Where shall I make a home for you?

 

That little paradise in a small vale,

Where a joint family flowers,

Brightest buds open for the elders pale,

Where green sloppy pastures

Hold upper rocky chin firmly,

And big neighbouring trees give lease;–

Terrace only for the family,

Whiles they from theirs sloppily appease.

 

Paradise where a small brooklet

Sneaks childishly from the parent’s flow,

And sky’s paradise all set

To do anything for the terrestrial child’s glow.

 

Dear, let only thou accompany me there,

Disturb as thou not the heavenly air.

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