Rosalin Poem by M S Ahas

Rosalin



Rosalin became my friend,
When I played with her
In the heart of afternoon.

Everyone loved and adored
With too much respect and veneration.
She became grown-up woman.

She was worthy queen of today.
A prince took her hand,
And kept her in his golden heart.

I never lamented
Because I was worthy king of her
With wonderful memories.

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