Like a tree's deciduous shed although, leaving it all bare a promise of a green herald of spring is rendered over its hand. The tree howbeit, yet the same sturdy, shouldering every passing bird a rest, stands still, tall and mighty. Indistinguishable, is the love that we share. Like the tree out stretching its exposed arms embracing both fall and fame with a flair, we too await the harbinger of hope, despite every despair. An annual change, seldom does alter a love that is true. Like the tree withstanding gales myriad battles have been conquered by us too. But unlike, the tree deciduous with parting leaves, our love shall bloom evergreen, in every verse we meet. The miles, the uncertainties may part us regardless, but neither the earth's revolutions nor a change in calendar can decipher how far we've arrived surpassing each precariousness. A cyclone or a drought may perish after all. Us and the tree. But, till eternity my lines 'll read aloud thy love...
When out of time he went a bit, To pick her up from school he skipped a lunch for his munchkin. Back pain he suffered, struggled a smooth glide, yet never refused to lend her an amusing horse ride. When burnt was the roti, oversalted went the curry, she was still lauded and the meal got devoured in a hurry. He bustled the whole day, but, never forgot a birthday. He said 'yes', when her plea got totally rejected with a 'no'. Too silly were his jokes, but, enough to stop the crying. She failed a hundred times but, was forever encouraged to keep the trying. In the world of miseries and heartbreaks, when things went hard on her part, it was her 'father', who knew it well, 'how not to break a heart' . ~pari-phrasis
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