On Her Birth Day Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

I want the best of life for you
but you too must understand
what I can do

you must be patient and do
what you can-
I can't create the fruits

I may create space
for you to stand but I can't
become the legs

you must run the race
on your own and be
what you dream

the redness of mars
and the whiteness of moon
merge in you

you have worlds to conquer
and miles to go, my dear

you must rear the goose
and have the gold each day