Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
The Cherubic Child - Poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
A Child is made of all that's mild
(Mixed with parts of all that's wild?)
Spreading joy with smiles so sunny,
Lisping words as sweet as honey;
With chubby cheeks and cutest nose,
For lips two little buds of rose,
With stars for eyes and silk for hair;
Can even angels choose but stare?
It loves its bunny more than gold
And lollipops (in paper rolled) !
Give it but a simple toy
And see its face bloom with joy!
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