For Daddy.
I have tried to extend a couplet my father wrote when he was researching his post doctoral paper on foreign influences on Mughal Paintings in Budapest. This poem is a tribute to him on his birthday.
The immaculate petals, with hues from the canvas of a water color artist, the ombres
The lilting, shifting, blending transitions that fade and intensify and play …
Love and vicissitudes
What you long for is what you once had, and lost.