Treasure Island

S.D. TIWARI

(December.1955 / India)

We Lovely Children Of God


This valley is ours
This world is ours
This sky is ours
This moment is ours
This heavenly age is ours

Beauty of word, that's we
Love of world, that's we
Worth of world, that's we
Future of world, that's we
We're pure and true souls

We're love of dad
We're love of mom
We're love of all
We're glistening stars
We heal your souls

We smile like flowers
We are free like air
We're pure like dew
We're egoless and true
We're children of God

Would you give a gift?
Leave the world like it
We may pass the bequest
So our children, too say
This world is ours

Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2012
Edited: Saturday, July 14, 2012

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(C) S. D. Tiwari
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