The new born babe is full of charm <br />as the torch is lit and looks glow worms <br />as the soft and tender silky limbs roams <br />it laughs, it plays, it giggles, <br />its a world of wonderful treasures. <br /> <br />Its new born full of heavenly messages <br />its arms full of mischiefs and eyes full love <br />for every little beauty it perceives <br />it aches its heart out for us to notice <br />a message from the heart of god-mortals cant waste. <br /> <br />When you send messages to ones whom you love dearly <br />your son, daughter or some distant dear ones holding you heartly <br />when they fall upon icy shoulders <br />and you well up with tears to molders <br />Who shall despair buy costing the faith and fine feelers.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-your-messages-die-in-empty-airs/
