Monday, April 11, 2011


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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