Birth from mother’s womb,
Blessed with heavenly bloom,
Signalling arrival where I belong,
With sorrow and sometimes a song.
Childhood of innocence,
Like fresh fragrance of a scent,
Spreading joy just with presence,
Amongst all family and friends.
During life’s inevitable travel,
Experiencing many marvel,
Happiness is like a jewel,
In the crown of life and death cycle.
Those who named you Vidyadhar, holder of wisdom, knew your essence Thank you
Vidyadhar, I have but a few words to say. Writing a jewel like this once is a credit, but to keep on writing them is talent. Just keep on writing them my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing them. David
'With sorrow and sometimes a song.' ............................... Beautiful and wise poems... Here whole divine a cycle, births, death and eternity/// Kindest regards? Tsira
Very well said..happiness is a crown...simple diamond.10
Yes your last two lines epitomise the the basic truyh of life! Happiness though short lived, always makes up in height, what it lacks in length! - Raj Nandy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As beautiful words to be written from a wholesome earthly being sends a reminder for the rest of the world to read. A wonderful poem and very well crafted give you 10. Best wishes Suzan Gumush