His Smile Floods Treasure Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

He is small child,
Though by nature mild,
Turns ferociously wild
While challenged and nail'd.

He is very kind;
Like lovely lily, his mind,
So gentle nowhere you find;
But, put him somewhere in a bind,
Lo, you find the southwesterly wind,
In thunders sweeping blind;
And awful energies he unwinds.

My true friend;
Like sweet summer wind,
He flutters my soul out to joyous kind
And fills warmth and hopes and enriches mind.


He is my dream, he is life's cream,
A stream of élan vital in full bloom;
He brings back wings lost in life's battles
Those carry soul high to fulfillment and settles;
Lyric of heart, he is, its soft sweet glow,
My earful song in its honey'd flow;
In his charming spells, super-human I grow.

A responsible boy,
Call him teachers with true joy;
To mind his class, he is the only boy
Teachers entrust and he attends to everybody's joy.
A little bundle of energies,

Streamlined in strategic synergies;
He bends left and right and
Everywhere shows his hand;
Like a subtle magical wand,
He creates uncreated world
And vanishes uinvanishable world.

Abhors, he rest,
Busy always in his little nest,
Where everybody except him is a guest;
He spins his own world beyond East and West.

Leader, he is for his age,
Among his folks, a true sage,
Who can run thro' any maze
Without anxieties, haste or rage;
Like Sun, my son shines in intense blaze,
Yet, sits comfortable in restrictive cage
Raised for him on my scheme's page.

He is wet clay,
He moulds as you play;
Be pleasant, he so lies himself all day,
Be bright, he beams all day bright ray.

His presence brings pleasure,
His smile floods treasure
Of holy contentment in abundant measure;
His talks in joyous leisure
Relieve all pressures; He is my polar star,
The core of all, be it near or far.

He is a sweet little rose,
A bright little lily, sweet jasmines, all close,
Blossoming the soul thro' touch, sight and fragrance
And bringing divinity down in exhilarating dose.

Dear of all, he is the pet of most,
His presence among lots is, oh, never lost;
His mother's pet, his father's best,

Most adored with teachers, rever'd almost;
Dearest to friends and neighborhood's light,
Even unfamiliar souls, him, fill in heart;
His warmth and charm, his essential might.

Give him a test,
He is always the best
Among any group, and far above the next,
In game or skill or wisdom or jest.

Best among friends for him is book,
His devotion there is something to look;
Knowledge and thoughts metamorphosed to insight,
Insight with intellect gives out true talent,
Talent with wise acts put him beyond all,
Installs as live deity in victory's hall;
He is friend of friends and rises very tall.

He is an ingrained teacher
Of the Nature's exquisite features;
Spirit and practices constitute culture,
That radiates from his sweet nature.

In forefront he is in brain or brawn;
He represents an assured happy dawn
Of the brightest day in time's fold;
He is bright, noble, sheer gold,
Within, fresh dew, soft, pure and cold;
Outward, hard diamond's unshaken hold;
In and out, he is in synchronized mould.