Treasure Island

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

(18.07.1964 / THANJAVOORE/TAMILNADU/INDIA)

A diamond in the pebbles


A diamond in the pebbles



She smiles and talks as a star

to cheer me up when I am low,

Her smiles and talks are my herb

to cure all my pains and ills



She may come from a poor pebble

but a bright diamond among us,

Our home may be thatched cottage

her palace is full of love and peace

Her dresses may be old and torn

but she bears a royal touch



A poor father of that angel,

I pray some one to come down

from heaven to take her hand

and make my dream come true

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2008

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  • Mary Gordley (1/20/2008 11:56:00 PM)

    What a beautiful tribute to your daughter and testament to the quality of your fatherly love. Thank you for a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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