For Raballe Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

Raballe Raballe my little dear
How often I think of thee deep;
How fond I am to hear thy name
Like winter song with glee.

My heart blooms whitest flowers
To present thee with all cheers,
No pain or anguish in my heart
When I think of thee my dear.
Thy face so charming even in dark
Or in clouded sun of winter deep.

Rabelle Raballe my little one,
How does sadness stay in my heart
When you are near to hear
My call for spring and birds cheer?

Thine name is a dream of purple glim
To behold even on any starry night;
Thy low melodious din so gracious
With all thy peace and nobleness
I hear and listen ever with joy
For I know how graceful you are.