Reshma you are so lovely,
you have chubby cheeks,
you have soft hands,
and i love them.
When i love you
the stars are blinking
and all the shooting
stars are going home.
when the stars are
home reshma hugs
me and i will sleep.
Aryan
p.s author's note: encouraged by all the comments 5 year old Aryan received for his first poem he has come up with another one.......I want to thank everyone for reading him.
ahaaaa...first poem for mommy darling...innocent and beautiful...like the young guileless mind of aryan...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Staars have gone home for partying aryan.....invite us also.....good keep writing..