” Mom, what’s the problem with you?”, the little one asked in despair,
“The opportunities to go out with friends, are so so rare..”
She tried to explain the universal truth, as she gazed into the innocent little eyes,
” Don’t know how to tell you, the world is wicked. and you still aren’t worldly wise..!!”
You are beautiful, with a soul so pure and rare,
Your charm is enchanting, when that mesmerizing smile you share.
The breathtaking moves, are purely divine,
You are the one, with a spectacular shine.
God has created you with his choicest possessions, my dear,
Your voice is magically melodious, so subtle yet so clear.
You are vulnerably delicate inside out, for hatred there is no room,
Like a tender bud, when in the middle of thorns, it blooms.
Wish you a world full of bliss, your dream has to come true, and it must,
Let the innocence in you never die, God will never break your trust.
The finest bond, the purest love, the yes for all demands,
A vigilant eye, composure phenomenal, yet some stern commands.
Your charisma is undisputed and i am completely in love with you,
Father, when i hold your hand, i understand how’s the love called true.