A piece of cotton cloth,
With prints of uncountable roses,
I don't know why but I bought it.
I never knew what to do with it,
Perhaps I was enchanted by its splendor,
And at my lonely home I brought it.
I knew I can't get it stitched in a gent's shirt,
A piece of beauty soft and silky,
I put it somewhere and forgot it.
When a pink bud sprung in the yards,
It grew a little and became a rose bud,
No idea how but a woman thought it.
On the first birthday of my first daughter,
When I saw the child in a lovely suit,
I realized this was the day, I fore sought it.
The day was fore sought because of your fore thought. A Lovely idea so nicely penned!
It happens quite often we like something so much that don't know what to do with it, we take it and then realize why we did that. Superb poem 5***
A wonderful thought of a great and loving father. A lovely and touching write.
Depth is measured by one's eye. The deepest thing I ever noted is the human heart. A beautiful poem. thanks sir and what lovely roses for one's daughter congrats to her for having a wonderful father
Quite a lovely and imaginative write. It also reflects deep familial feelings of elders towards their sons and daughters. Thanks a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A piece of cotton cloth, With prints of uncountable roses, I don't know why but I bought it./// but I am to the cotton cloths roses; it seems to me the print is 3D printing on this cloth; it's look like real flowers; but I am not sure about that, it's maybe the plucked rose flowers. Whatever; flower is always flower which always can make together to loving souls///