I knew not why
That enthralls me
Like a cuckooing bird
Or dancing peacock
But
still I know,
The
innocuous smile,
Anxious
face and the tender touch
Makes
me feel the joy of living
Each and every time I visit
They come running in race,
An urge to get the love
That turned its face from them.
Yup!!
Then I come to know
How
lucky am I
For
whatever I do get
The
love and the support…
“Oh! God”, I pray
“Let me cherish these lovely
Like these & thus
smile in my mind”
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