I Can Still Remember Poem by neha sharma

I recall the days of yore,

Layette you bought,

Laudatory being were you born,

Fortitude portrayed,

And sometimes even getting fleeced.

I recall the days of yore,

Pa reneging you were tied with,

Still being sangfroid,

Angst and fracas miles apart,

Such a halcyon and hale were you.

I recall the days of yore,

Women nattering amongst themselves,

Me, a facsimile of your sanity,

Never a satanic epitome,

Never a gung-ho.

I recall the days of yore,

When, in the days of spree,

Prepared the hammock,

Your little dotty daughter, how, at times,

Would tear asunder your papers.

I recall the days of yore,

Were you so sanguine,

Were you so clement,

Were you so smarmy,

Were you so sated with atrocities.

I recall the days of yore,

Created a whole new vista,

Dell we inhabited,

Nestled amongst the giant rocks,

And how would you amass petalled roses.

I recall the days of yore,

Your masquerade concealing aghast,

Your fervour heaving our dwelling,

Loutish Pa leaving in the mid-way,

And how fortifying yourself assisted us.

I recall the days of yore,

Me, not a replica of you,

Me, not possessing sort of fortitude,

Me, not manifesting matador persona,

But a heart to always remember you.

And I will always recall the days of yore.


CONTRIBUTED BY: -

NEHA SHARMA

ENGLISH (HONS.) 2nd YEAR

JDMC, DU