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Sorrow clouded in happiness
Sorrow Clouded in Happiness
The little sweet girl of eight,
With her pony tail straight;
And a face luminously bright,
Was such a lovely sight!
With sparkling eyes full of glee,
She smugly sat on my knee,
'Uncle', 'Uncle', queried she,
'What do you think of me? '
My thoughts ran wild-and wild,
O'er the leaves that were filed
In the archives of the mind, now mild
With the years that have piled.
How can I tell my mind to her,
That I thought better of her,
As my own dear, beloved child,
Who parted me, with grief ever tied!
poem
by
Chandra Thiagarajan
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