My earth moves round my three kids round the clock.
I need no new stars more; they are my all.
No stream is so much sweet as their voice is;
No nightingale's song soothing like their call!
I have seen no flowers on earth like them.
No gem I know as precious as they are.
Like hymn, day and night I recite their names.
Within me they stay, they don't remain far.
Nothing can be more enchanting for loving parents than their lovely kids. Kids create an all new world in which the parents love to remain submerged. God bless my little friends named above.
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A fatherly love. So deep.