Posted by: Prem Piyush | June 21, 2005

The little child


The little body, as I see,
Soul intact but moves free,
Free of self and the fight,
Glowing with the exotic light.

Small eyes are the closed petals,
Sleeping are creator’s marvels,
Cool is breeze thence mind,
No where else I can find.

Little fingers in my hand,
As I remove the bit of sand,
Small lines on the palm,
May keep you always calm.

Pink glow on the cheeks,
Also appear on the lips,
The smile makes them fine,
I remember the good time.

The selfless call and cry,
Without it the world is dry,
The longing hopes of farmer,
You remain the same charmer.

Be in your world for long,
Where each of us did belong,
May with you all your joys tread,
Years after when your wings spread.

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