New Born Child
Whimpers to pleasant cry
Made all the sorrows fly,
Moved out from the dark womb
To build emotion bomb,
Boundless of love sprouted
Gift of great love rooted,
Pain of love turned merry
Mom glanced the child fairy.
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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