The circle of bygone years is closed,
Above the lifeless ice of time.
And memory's snowy whirlwind,
Drift towards the crossroads.
Still for me, there shines your face alone,
Like a bright and guiding Polar Star.

For you, Papa.


Basque-Land said…
Tears came to my eyes when I read this because this is how I feel when I think of my Papi who will be gone from this earth 2 years in June. Just lovely.
Nazia Mallick said…
Thank you Rozanna,

Your tears are very precious.

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