Hope to fly in the open sky
Hope for the wings and the vivid things
Endless hopes in the world so small
That makes a child believe in God
Creatively he decorates the house
With his drawings and a noisy sound
He doesn’t know what he is doing
All his life is waiting for him…..
A corner of house may be his favorite place
Scribbling and drawing his favorite games
Dreams to see and make them real
All he has to do is not fear
Fear is the thing that won’t let him open his heart
Speak out everything and aim the dart
Two blue eyes and a golden heart
Innocent smile but very smart
a very beautiful poem shubhangini..you write really well for your age....10
a really sweet poem..must be on your kid brother...lovely flow of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem is just like its title.. so sweet.: -)