Tell Me Not Tell me not I was once a lad; An open sky that I once had, That offered me untold delight And lit my spirit day and night. Remind me not the days and nights That told me tales and flew my kites; Many a game that I did play With heart and soul unleashed and gay. Jog not my memory I once sailed Alone for miles and there beheld On either side, along the inlet, Many a willow and flowery thicket. Bring me not back the rights all lost, All things that came by free of cost; Affection, love, all poured on me, Even when I was wilful, naughty. I'm in my time, leave me to suffer From weakness, bloating, bugs, whatever: Let me be in my dying yard; But tell not I was once a lad. -- N P Samal
Girl: Paint me not with your mischievous hue. Boy: I spray not hue but love that's true. Girl: Love me not, for untruthful is your soul. Boy: No, to blot your skin is not my goal. Girl: But you can't reach my soul, however, within. Boy: Least, let me pour on you my color bin! Girl: Your color on me will soon be re-colored. Boy: Will be the last to erase if that occurred. Girl: . ...................................... Boy: .. ....................................... By N P Samal