Appearance confessing
so much beauty
Consuming attention
Commanding admiration
The Innocent smile of a baby
Not worried about
what tomorrow may bring
Taking its root as budding begins
A welcome to destiny's lawn
Presented with ink and plain
On which life is drawn
A design and pattern
That route the fruit to bare
May be easy may be tough
Maybe rosy maybe rough
The smile like sunrise
As the break of dawn
Sees each task begin
Not knowing what tale will be told
As the sun set to repose
Bensuress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem