The World Through Her Eyes

Foreword: My little girl's first lines....She thrusted the Sheet of paper onto my lap, standing on tiptoe.. with small chubby fingers.. nervous eyes "I wrote something dady... can you take-off the milk-shaakes?" Her eyes always become big and flutter twice as she tries to pronounce a new word.. mostly incorrectly.. But those eyes!!! Ahhh!
"Mistakes dear!" said I and started reading running my hand indulgently through her soft tresses. She kept raising her nose to my palm as i brushed her head... It is not important what she wrote.. but in those few lines, I saw the entire creation..in her innocent creativity...My little Krishna!!!!


These are lovely lines, bespeak poetic innocence..
..true experience.. need neither proof nor sense :)
They are original.. and emanate from a precious little chat
with the Maker himself.. Each line so lovely and pure; in fact

Sitting at my banal vocation; I stare in to space.
Wondering what was that lovely scene...
what her thoughts were, which are now efface
how dreamy those eyes; glance all things pristine.

Change not these lines! I say..
for they have just touched God's feet..
I endeavor to vicariously touch those pearl clouds
The blue waters and winding hills

Painted in pink and blue..
All I have is a small glass window;
these eyes of my darling little one
Her eloquent whisper..the soft gush of the wind outside..

To see all that is beauty, through her gorgeous eyes!