I see him everyday,
He never ceases to smile.
Even with hushed eye sight,
He perceives in a while.
The sound of the flute,
He plays at every sunrise;
Wakes me up in a peaceful way.
His greetings shower
Like a youthful rhyme.
Makes me feel growing up,
Can be blissful as vintage wine.
P.S: inspired by a 70 year old neighbor. Dedicated to him as well, as he never draws a close on his smile!
P.S.S: Thanks to the young critic- Amit :)
He never ceases to smile.
Even with hushed eye sight,
He perceives in a while.
The sound of the flute,
He plays at every sunrise;
Wakes me up in a peaceful way.
His greetings shower
Like a youthful rhyme.
Makes me feel growing up,
Can be blissful as vintage wine.
P.S: inspired by a 70 year old neighbor. Dedicated to him as well, as he never draws a close on his smile!
P.S.S: Thanks to the young critic- Amit :)
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