His Baby Poem by Cherry Sha

HIS BABY….

A bird that flies by the northern star
Sloppy dropp of dew that lies on the leaves and grass
A freezing hill that stands alone
On which the soundless moonbeams fall
Sleepless like a night lamp
That obstructs not the harmony of darkness
A dash of smile by a timid maiden
Some obsolete craft of an old artisan
Marigold of a garland worn out on carnival
Closet of a cozy home
Porridge of a little lamb
A frank endeavor and a careless trust
to keep the glory of cultural heritage
An eye that strives to look through God’s eyes
Under his reign who has never been denied
Mystified on an endless desert
With the footsteps behind if ever wants to return…
That’s ‘ME’
His baby..