A Sight Of A Wonder Poem by Mihir Tejura

As wandering I,
O'er the thought, of the world that why
The world is not it's expected to be,
A signal I saw once,
From Thy Mighty Hand
Must go on the world,
God is tired still not with us:
-A Sleeping BABY the signal was
Thy incarnation of the Almighty

Moving tummy high and lie,
Sleeping like leaving all woes of life
Having sovereign sigh of unmatched relief
Sleeping, the baby was,
With the toys.his world as
Did knew he what the life was
In coming forth of life's fable!

As fly on sat babies cuteness
Sucking love the world wants,
Rose the childish hands of delicate baby
Frightening off the fly's mischief
Threw out the scene-
'An Ocean Of Cuteness'
Ah! What a moment was it!


Watching the passers by,
Without any discrimination
The Poor, The Rich, The High, The Low,
The Gentle, The Cruel, The Generous, The Cheat.
Watching he was his cartoon film
From the screen of mothers loving shoulders.
Slept he as he did in other films
By the coolness of the Mom's Love and Affection.
The kid's sweet days of childhood!

The Closed eyes, Tensions apart,
The Childish hands, The Delicate fingers
And a handful of Legs!
With a Tummy of joy,
On a Head full of high thinking,
Were really a message that
'The World Must Go On! '
With each sorrowful death,
It leaves a proof that
Everything is in 'HIS' hand.
And with each cutie-pie being born,
It conveys that Yes-
'Thy Almighty Still Is Not Tired Of Us! ! '