My little honey child,you are so bright and beautiful,
I know not why your grants are generously Bountiful!
You stand,You turn you crawl you walk and tumble,
You hum,you sing,you speak words as all in jumble!
Language you speak is not native,rather to me unknown.
Alike nature’s blooms in wildernesses from plants not sown!
Each moment seems to transfer an inspiring dream
I want to store all but lack large memory frame !
“Tell me, O fair lady,name your hometown of innocence
Who is your music teacher that taught you musical cadence?”
Your concepts are ethereal and tempo proves unique,
Choreography is perfect, movements unusually mystique!
“You are a genius child, a magician for us all,
What mistake in heaven did make you on Earth to fall?
Most soft is your heart,love seems your duty,
heavily laden with honey care, tasty as green herbal tea!
With interest I keep watching and following your instructions,
“You are now old, granny! are a few of your doctrination .
A wish intent arises,I want to lock all memories .
Later to bask ,enjoying your forgotten queer glossaries!
“Only Almighty can predict for you my child divine ,
I fail to think,because I lack such deep capacity fine!”
I wish to spend all time observing you with eyes keen
My prayers be with you always, O blooming bud pristine,
Shama Sinha
7.12.23