Saturday, October 10, 2020

After Guardian Oh wert thou in the cauld blast

 


How can i see you shiver in cold,

your lanky body and mood shaken

without support and efforts?


but in cold days and unsheltered  hut

you curled devoid of any assistance,

nor did you  approach me for aid;


our days of mutual warmth,

our endearing moments 

give and take and compromise


all nullified by time's collocation

when thou were separated for a while,

 me too tolerated and left to Time's doing,


in my gloom and dismal hours

you  would come and console

you were  queen in unbounded 


care  and my need which words

cannot suffice ;birth sees its best

only help comes in dire necessity.



 

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