PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
A Fostering Blessing. - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
An undaunted honey-suckle
is climbing up across an aristocrat wall
jolly conceited to sport a Hellenic mural.
The Grecian vanity
sneers at the climbing up beauty
and at its neoclassical audacity.
But when the fatherly eye of the day
sees the courage only with a golden smile,
the silver mother drives away the glances dark and vile.
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