Aadil Ghulam Bhat
[Poet & Novel writer]
Born on 02- 04- 1999.
Beside me was father's aging face.
Pale, lined mouth, less toothed,
Silver hair, once dark, uncloaked.
Thoughts put away, rearview's glint,
Journeyed together, ageless shimmer.
Face, pale as sea sand, temporal hug,
Wrinkles etched by life's gentle trace.
Late winter's fourteenth moon
Shone bright, was his reflecting beauty.
Now feels as old as fading starlight,
Crow's feet and a graceful bend,
A gentle mark, seized reveries.
Despite the changing tides of age,
Clocks may tick and years may fly,
Love still stands, love stands resolute.
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