Sunday, May 8, 2016

Getting love*

Getting love *

Whence, playing the whole day,
Me would get weary,
You how me did search,
Mother,
And , you, perhaps, keeping your works ,
Would take me onto your lap,
And me , (how i remember still,)
How You would caress, planting a kiss
On forehead mine,

Aha... those were the days,
How we lived by LOVE Thine,
How we grew, with You, so entwined,

O how lovely was it, that kiss,
O how lovely was it, which me
Would forever miss.

(*Note: loosely based on  painting done with detailing and meticulous artistry. Courtesy : Leon Bazile Perrault)

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