I long to be with you
My daughters pretty
Petite ones
for sometime nay a long
time
gossiping giggling galloping
over
the hill tops with emerald
verdure
gliding down the slopes
into deep forests
with the rhythm rhyme
of
golden time.
Come now my daughters
for
Some time nay a long
time
frisking frolicking rolling
rocking
into the arms of your
papa mummy
I live your childhood memories
Whenever I get time to
roam about
in my thoughts
your mummy is equally lost
in memories dear
ones
winning the gold medals for
interschool games
local papers screaming
with banner headlines
“SISTERS BAG GOLDS ‘’
come my daughters
for
some time nay a long
time.
to drive along the Boulvard
road
listening to the Kashmiri
folk songs
while skiing for
hours
on the placid waters of
Dal lake.
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Waah Sir! Amazing, fir se.
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Thank you sirji. Always ray of hope and fulfilment
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🙏
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Ameen
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Very nice
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Thanks
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Interesting mid day reverie of days gone by …of children who are away living with their own pleasures & pain of the world and families .
….The expressions are intense & heart warming ….lucky to have ennobling experiences of past memories .
…keep it on !!!
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very apt comments by you in your own style of unparalleled admiration.Thanks sirji.
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great and lovely u are the one who can express emotions so true through these words which are lively and colourful
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thank you for liking it so much. Great .
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It is beautiful . Parents and daughters love is the only one which is for forever. Being a parent now can feel emotions from both ends now. Very very nice .
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glad you liked it
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Very good poem excellent
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Very nice poem again. The sweet memories have been expressed with full love and emotions. Really we enjoy your poems
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glad to know you like my poems. Thanks you are a great support.
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Superb sir
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All the best
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