ARISH Khan_The Innocent Beauty.
The Beauty Of Innocence
Radiates aura divine
And in Mother's lap
Like dew bathed flower shines.
The stilled eyes link to
The azure Vision of a prophet
And the Face serves grace
With soothing delight of rest.
More of a budding Rose
The transparent soul glows
And leads the parents
To willow wanding wings
As if the execution of the Divine
In mundane human spring.
You with your Mother Aindrila
Grow with childish Lila
And your father Minaroj
Keeps arrested glance.
Your echoing flow
Glows and glows
And the fleeting Time
Hangs in trance.
Your poet feels BLESSED
Having the glimpse of your joyous jocund
In your earthly lease
You ever please
Vibrating your Heavenly Fund.
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