You

As a cute little girl in her yellow frocks,
That sits on the green bench of a verdant garden,
With her pink little Barbie doll,
And talks to the tiny squirrel on her lap,
So is the honey drop of verses you tell.

As a little soul in her early bloom,
Running after a colorful naughty butterfly,
Tires and rests in the lap of old banyan,
And gazes through her eyes the distant stars,
So are the million songs that your eyes sing to me.

As the two playful kids engrossed in their game,
Unaware of the world around,
And talking of the philosophies of the life speechless,
In the language of the looks and feels,
So is you, God’s blessing bestowed on me.