I put glasses on my aesthetic blurred eyes
On a beautiful doll has stopped the slot
Blessed again by the uncertain skies
I heard a squall, come to me in a cot,
I shall teach you how to crawl and stand
If you are so sweet I am also the grand.
I remember when with my walking stick
You had been learning how to walk.
My Papa, You're tired are you're sick?
That's how you learned how to talk
Come and hold me help me in walking,
Make me happy in the same old talking.
Time never stops but it stopped in my heart
The astonishing beauty of a cute lovey doll
A work of art, I dreamed and I thought,
I brought colors and you wrote on the wall
I was annoyed but in fact I was so happy
Search you hidden in a white wash, baby!
On your sixth birthday with a box of colors
Waiting for you with the gifts I could bring
Come to me my rose bud I'm missing odors
Wish on the piano for you I could sing
Come on sweetheart paint again on the walls
Listen to the old wall through the cracks it calls!
Beautiful poem, this poem is the best gift for Maria on her sixth birthday day.10
On your sixth birthday with a box of colors /Waiting for you with the gifts I could bring…..Come to me my rose bud I'm missing odors..... lovely expression from the bottom of heart of a lovely grandfather! Happy b'day to the cute sweet angel...Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful gift for your grand daughter Maira. She will value this poem more than anything else in this world. Beautiful! Akhtar Sahab! Both the Grand father and the Grand daughter deserve the best.