O, cherub! O, gift of Heaven!
What charm! Who has given?
Casts your face such a light
As you're a treasure of delight.
God felt ashamed of your charm
And not more apt than you
So, He is invisible to us
And hid Himself down-sending you.
Made you He a fond of lap
Gives us boredom in your gap
Thousands of kisses your daily diet
In fact, you're a treasure of delight.
(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'A Sweet Child.' Realm of Beauty and Truth. Authorspress,2016, p.51.)
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