When Your Messages Die In Empty Airs Poem by lalitha iyer

The new born babe is full of charm
as the torch is lit and looks glow worms
as the soft and tender silky limbs roams
it laughs, it plays, it giggles,
its a world of wonderful treasures.

Its new born full of heavenly messages
its arms full of mischiefs and eyes full love
for every little beauty it perceives
it aches its heart out for us to notice
a message from the heart of god-mortals cant waste.

When you send messages to ones whom you love dearly
your son, daughter or some distant dear ones holding you heartly
when they fall upon icy shoulders
and you well up with tears to molders
Who shall despair buy costing the faith and fine feelers.