Mine
- a Poem
- by Indrani
The day was most special
The time was just right
The Lord showered HIS blessings
With all HIS might
An angel was born
Fighting his way fine
All I could say was
He was MINE
Blessings to you, dear child
As you grow up through the tide
All I still can confide is
That you’re MINE
Steer through the tide
O’ son, my pride
And I’ll keep smiling
As all I know is, you’re MINE!
Indrani
from Gurugram, in Delhi NCR, India, is a consultant to the corporate world and has been a passionate writer. She pens poems in her free time.
