Oh, my little cup cake!
My daughter made you in heaven and brought you
For me to count.
With little eyes so penetrating
And with little legs toddling here and there
All over the Eden of my garden.
Oh my little beautiful charming pearl
Tossed down to this earth to add beauty
To my garden
I am in the evening part of my life
With all the flowers withered
Yet I am with flowers blooming
In the morning part of your life
I am not towards ending,
‘cause you are another beginning to me
You live in the house of tomorrow
Which I can not visit
It is a life longing, my child
I wish you may live and enjoy the life on your own
With my love and love alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lullaby to a loving grand child. Nice poem Let the prosperous India belong to our children and children of our children and we have to find out that prosperity in India itself.