My Son (Cinquains) Poem by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary

He cried
When he was born.
'It's a boy', doctors said.
Tears of happiness burst out from eyes,
I cried.
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His hug,
So rich in love,
With small arms having charms;
Even heaven cannot be better,
I swear.
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If he is
Awake, he is busy;
My son likes to explore,
Never stops since he's turned to a
Toddler.
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His words
Baby babbles
So sweet and expressive
No noise can be found more melodious
Anywhere
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His smile,
Very versatile,
It's full of innocence but
Mischievous and mysterious at the
Same time.
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