Blessings Upon You O Child Poem by Ayman Parray
Blessings Upon You O Child
Blessings upon you O child
Your tender hands, feet and smile
The day you were born,
The Sun, moon and earth cried
"The virtuous one, the pious one" has arrived
You are virtuous, a saint named u such
Your parents love you very much
Your father had said it will be a boy
But it was your uncle long ago, who said,
It will be a pretty girl
And blessed are we all indeed,
I was right
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Full of tender love n affection. A baby girl may not be very welcome in many homes but for the poet she is a blessing. A precious gift from heavens that made the sun, the moon n the earth cry. The virtuous one, the pious one...a beautiful tribute to a female child.
A female child is a great blessing. It's a beautiful poem, I have been inspired to write a poem Ayman......10
It is truly a privilege and an honour to be able to inspire a poet like you Akhtar. Gratitude for your inspiring and humbling comment.
Yes, each child is a blessing! As Wordsworth says in Intimations of Immortality..... 'trailing clouds of glory do we come from heaven'! But as we grow up, our pristine innocence is lost. Each child with its creamy skin, tender limbs and innocent face is a joy to behold! Your love for your tiny niece is so clear from your lovely poem!
Thanks Valsa, for the wonderful educating comment. We have another little baby girl in the family now. I hope I am able to love them both equally and am not partial to just one :)
Blessed, indeed, is the new born baby with pious parents and a virtuous Uncle. Lovely poem, Ayman!
Thanks dear Dr. Menon. I am really looking forward to show it to my niece when she gets older
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A lovely poem, Ayman. I am sure your niece will appreciate it when she gets older. Poems from the heart, unforced and with meaning, are the most beautiful