Domestic Shades-17
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Indira Renganathan
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Wishing My Grand-son
I let my heart open
To let all my wishes soar..
Golden flowers in showers
At the behest of the Sun
Merrily sporting in the breeze
Further to Heaven zoom
Begetting blessing sprinkles all
In showers then to pour
My dear Grand-son,
On every pace of yours
Heightening you to the steeple
People to applaud thronging
As you play
On harp of your heart
Your mind your bow
A soulful life harmonious
A signature-tune your life..
Bowing to this Granny's singing
Ever on as ever
'Happy Birth Day To You....'
For ever long dear Grand-son
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