Birthday of our Grandson
As the digit of the moon, that moves by phases
Night by night slowly, silently and smilingly in joy,
Toward the amplitude and we get a full moon --
With silver light that flashes like a gem priceless,
In our hut and hearts illuminating darkened woes,
So our Krishiv is ! Of him his grandma speaks.
But I feel jealous, why does he look so nice ?
Dadubhai & Thamma.
10-01-2025.
Kolkata.
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