As you sleep
and you turn around
wrap your
tiny arms around
my neck
your tiny breath
on my cheek
I look up at the
stars
I made for you
on the roof
hoping they will
protect you
and I
thank God for coming
to me
in every bit of you.
I too belive that there is a spark of the Divine in us all! And as the poet Wordsworth had said, this remains more pronounced in little children - the child of God! -Raj Nandy
A very simple idea has been expressed with high poetic talent. Fantastic. Thanks. Tapas Baidya, Kolkata, India.
yes the tiny hands, , so loving and innocent, , , , , ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is not that much easy to find God in everybody, but you have found it thro' this short verse.