Little Child - Poem by Priyanka Manjunath
Little faced one with black poppy eyes,
Glared by the red candies I hold.
You like the ones that are iced, I know.
The frills of your frock are dainty,
Like the round ringlet locks.
You look gleeful my little child
You smell of fragrant powder dust
I can’t wait to cuddle you on my chest
As you seek to feel it flutter
My lashes touch your cheeks
You blush as you see me cuddle you
My most awaited moment when day breaks
Is to see the sun shine in your tiny eyes
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