O special child..
o angel azure
clipped wings
yet ever pure
O baby blue eyes
that shine so bright
even though no image
your mind doth blight
your senses percieve the soul
not skin black nor white
O simple sweet angel
your clipped wings
hinder not your flight
....................................
O precious bundle...
stop a while
reach out to me
my existence unblight...
O sweet child...
O innocent soul of mine
stop a while
let me breath of your purity
awhile......................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strength of this encounter has clearly clutched your finger strongly and has entered the realm of creativity and has sneaked into this beautiful poem. Wardha truly a magnum opus