A child like glee gurgling with laughter is my thee,
Howling for love, cranky with joy is my thee.
Love so tender, caressing with smile is my thee,
Ordering of love, yet giving so much in return is my thee.
Hungry for a soft touch, grabbing firmly, is my thee,
Sticking to love, nobody can remove, is my thee.
Innocence in thy eyes, yet naughty he is, is my thee,
Dancing the people with his mere smile, is my thee.
Crumbling even the toughest heart, melting they go, is my thee,
No past, no future, only in the present remains my thee.
A child like glee gurgling with laughter is my thee,
Howling for love, cranky with joy to my thee.
- Dr. Hira