Daughter Poesy

An adopted child mine daughter Poesy At this age of sixty plus My skin wrinkly and body rickety Senses dying and soul almost ready To up on a count down Like the fading light of evening sky Longing for a full moon in new moon night... Asking everybody why Opted I for a foreign lexicon Whilst not an adept in home diction itself Just a desire before expire Though in brain much I require.. Ponder my Poesy enforcing the quintessence So far of my cognition, Poesy to soar high Progressively speaking, my Poesy Years few old, amazingly Like my country Lotus growing divine God sent blessings! Pamper Poesy with gratitude All concepts, knowledge mine exclusively for Poesy My elder daughters the tamils aren't jealousy But ponder their sister, my English Poesy