The Cyclone Within
The Absolute Gifts
They come as absolute
With no possession
Wrathless
Sinless
Ageless
Toothless
clothes
Priceless
To conquer our hearts
And change our life for ever.
With their first cry
They ignite smile on our faces
And wipe out all our troubles
Joining hearts
Bridging families
And gluing relations
And
We look at them
And wonder
How did we live without them?
So long
((*.*))
January 2000
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