February 9

A cry from distance echoed Sort of a chime of a bell in a temple it seemed Transcending me into ethereal beauty Smiling and shining was sun-kissed dew And only hours old was the sun When a lovely future was born Twittering were the birds upon breeze-helmed trees Fresh from blue, bees hovering around Stung by, a rose opened Mesmerized, pearls dropped, Gods dropped and stars dropped As you arrived Indebtedness of how many births I owe I know not, I know not But with you my life is complete For love, happiness and beauty know no bounds. Dedicated to Kanishka, my loving grandson