An EulogyA Poem by Kenilo KentTo my late grand fatherWhat must beauty be That spring may offer thee? For thy lush twigs ever That autumn has shed never! When rivulets passes by budding may Glidding the yellow leaflets to its bay, Where all floras are faint in summer, You are our shady bower! When winter has ran rivulets due, You are wet with sweet silver dew! Would you never cease to merry be And sigh a moment to nature's fee? Nay! You are old as old a man! RIP! Thy memoirs shall ever remain.
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StatsAuthorKenilo KentKohima, North East, India, IndiaAboutSings a little, dreams alot, and I love poetry. more..Writing
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