We are daughters of your grandchildren.
We are yet to born,
you don't know but we think,
though we cannot ink,
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Fairer Colors get fade when our thinking and emotions get fade.....Beautiful poem....thank you for sharing :)
we assure you grandpa we shall sing sweet songs, we shall dance like charming butterflies, we shall bloom like aromatic flowers, and we shall come to you like pleasant showers. great promises to the poet........ wonderful thinking on the thinking day.... love your poem dear Akhatar.. tony