Every one it seems to me
Is on a giving spree…
The sun burns within
To send warmth and light,
As if in a game of ‘passing the parcel’
The moon reflects the light in no time,
and the flowers in the garden
filter the light in different colours…

And you are no different,
Your heart churns
Love, affection, compassion and trust
to warm light up my sky,
send ripples in my sea
and softly paint the flowers
in my little garden
to turn my life into a heaven…

When every one is in a giving spree,
Why shall I then be left behind,
here are my strong arms,
come, jump in my angel
with all your sweet smiles and cherubic charms...