That summer was so fanatic
Lane the strokes all around
In that futile waves a stoop arise
Holy sprout from some side
All wonder on that approach
But whisper claim its charm
As days passed there widen logs
Stretched the cramp to its side
Long years pass in hue
All the way blossom strewn
But the old sprout shed its time
As that tree stretched itself to thee
My grey hair is the fathom of my time
These wrinkles pedigree my charm
In that longitude I thought a ramp
There my thoughts jumble just for awhile
Here in this loneliness I am so aged
I was just a sprout of thee
My time passed and shrinks
But the sprouts are there in ground
That tree amazes us when loom
Widen clouts are apparent
Blossom and fall a part of life
But the mighty sprout the next! ! ! !
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SALINI NAIR
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