Spring left alone and summer is no more,
Both he saw off with tears at the shore,
He is now just melting orange of Wordsworth,
Hands on skies and foot on the earth,
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Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
His daughter has in her heart pure love that she embraces her father by looking after him lovingly! Heartwarming write!
Yes a mother's alternate is a loving daughter. A lovely and beautiful poem. I refer Hazrat Bibi Syeda who looked after her father and was called Umme Abiha.
Crocheting love is a nature's grant, Forgetting his life time painful dejection, He slept for dreams with aurora of affection! .....................beautiful poem sir...
First of all I love the title...such vivid imagery as the image of the daughter is remarkable and paints the whole scene...Excellent poem.....