I will sweep one more sole
away from the rushing brooks
And whisk my hurried feet
rolling away my earthy sod
The tuft of grass
that lay in full delight
opening its gleeful face
will part me with love and forgiving
I will take my last chance
for my well-wishers
to bid me farewell
Taking their heart into miniscule mine
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The reader will find that this work resonates with a distinctive air of wistfulness.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for thy apt and precious comment.
Yes it leaves my heart with a feel of poignant wistfulness
So much thanks Nalini Srivastava Jee.
Succinct ! An excellent’ capture.’
So much thanks Vijay Nair Ji.
Beautiful!
So much thanks sister Sunila.