Children Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Ode To My Children
Child born with no choice of thy own
Child born as I rejoice yet moan
Thou art my pride my greatest prize
I love thee sweet child laying upon my side.

I Bare naked thou art born
Naked of sin, yet must soon be victim
For selfish men’s yawn
Yawn as they lumber in evil’s song

Be brave little one so precious to me
For I shall teach thee of God’s will
Live not to harm, but to enlighten the world
For there are many lost souls awaiting the true light

Open thine eyes upon humanity
Help those who need thee, don’t let them sleep
Empty stomached as thou fills your belly and feast
Think twice I prey, for they too walk thy same street

Shanika Paul
From the collection of Poetry on humanity
Dedicated to my sons Akain, Pasi and daughter Anika
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