E.T. (Mixed Rhyme)
Oh yes, I remember well, the day
When you gently breezed, without delay
Into the house, where we’re in array,
In one spirit we all hope and pray
That you’ll be with us, till the last day.
My younger brother, sitting beside me, smiled
As he saw you wearing stylish earphone;
In a murmuring voice, he said: “that’s wild!”
I smiled too, and said: “c’est cool!” in soft tone.
I don’t like to be seen, talking
When I’m in my green and cream;
Simply, I do not want him---
The one, whom I called, O, My King
To be upset, by my sudden childishness;
By then, you turned around… and glancing at us;
And you smiled, touching my frail heart, with gladness!
Gee, I’ve seen, once, that charming smile, in my past.
You caused me to think, have we met
Somewhere around the table set?
Since then, I snatched time to slave
Myself, thinking of you; I bet
For sure, that you are a poet;
And, ‘cos of you, I behave.
Truth is I want to meet you alone, out there
In between, where only words travelers dare
To travel, seeking the inner peace; d’you care
If one day, I tell you, how much
I love you, for sharing a touch
Of life? Yes, I love you! I sighed.
Thou time will come, you’ll bid me bye.
I’ll not cry, yet, I’ll not be free
From pain, ‘cos that’s life meant to be.
But, for now I’m happy, not sad.
You don’t mind, if I call you, Dad?
for Dad, the Poet
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