Friday, March 20, 2015

Genes Bond

Tanmayi in my arms, 11.02.2015
As a cute little child flying a colourful kite,
You hold the strings of heart to my delight;
As you laugh, learn, think, grow and shine,
To you shall devote all that is and will be mine;

How ever strange the times may appear,
The tug of love always shall keep us near;
Soon the stage will come for the role reversal,
String to me & the skies to you - The story eternal !

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