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An Ode to the Newborn
by
Shyamal Chakrabarti
Her picture is on my desktop
I watch her parted lips,
She looks at her mom with awe
I wish I give her a kiss.
She is clothed in blue sweater
Cradled in her mom’s lap,
The centre of everyone’s joy
Must be in long hours of nap.
I won’t be there in this world
To see the bud to bloom
But I am sure she will dispel
From her family every gloom.
Her Grandpa will suffer no more
Any spell of depression,
She will fill his every moment
Becoming his obsession.
I too am her Grandpa and so
I send my hearty blessing
To the tiny cherub and pray for
Her health and well-being.
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