Hope Forlorn

Truly de-jure my blood shalt be mine
Love you miss you my life be thine
Romping around i once bounced over glad
Baba Baba knee high to a grassblade
Her love is pristine she alludes
Mine despicable and rotten
To me agnatic but she separates
How come o son you are forgotten
Eyes soaked with tears glutting
Heart sordid now sighs in pain
Chagrin shalt cease capturing
Ye shalt come to me again
Death knocks my soul i lie in pallor
Hope forlorn oh i suspire in tremor
Tidings of my mortuary echoes in grief
Prior to my burial o Son honour my belief.

Aejaz Mehboobi
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