Lo, The light of the extraordinary brilliance, <br />Cast its warmth upon me, <br />I, the son of a pauper, <br />drenched in my own misery, <br />Waited for the right moment, <br />arrival marked by celebrations, <br />Kins and foes dining on the same platter, <br />Here and there, greetings and felicitations, <br />A genteel warm voice, a 'melodious' cry, <br />filled the air of buzz and talks, <br />reconciled my faith on the fact, <br />'You', my governor, by the side of the distressed of all walks, <br />The diamond, I was bestowed, is of utmost brilliance, <br />Till this day, I heal me on it, A true pa-tern, <br />I seek your grace, in my joys and sorrows, <br />for the wonderful gift, My dear son! ! ! <br /> <br />This poem is dedicated to all the sons by their proud fathers..<br /><br />Sreeram Vasudevan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-son-2/
