There's no “sound” as sweet
As a baby's first tweet,
The first time a birdie's wing flaps,
The first song cheered with claps.
There's no “sight” as good
As a flower bloom in the wood,
The beginning of a mountain spring,
The rainbow that the showers bring.
There's no “touch” as dear
As mom’s presence comforting n near,
A friend’s warm hug when life feels dreary,
A loving hand's caress when you are weary.
There's no ”taste” as delicious
As Love’s first kiss candy n luscious,
The first fruit on the tree you planted,
The cheers drink after a long-awaited wish granted.
There's no “smell” as pleasant
As Soaked earth after a torrent,
Passion embedded in a red rose,
Purity of a newly born held close.
©Vinita Surana ([email protected])
As a baby's first tweet,
The first time a birdie's wing flaps,
The first song cheered with claps.
There's no “sight” as good
As a flower bloom in the wood,
The beginning of a mountain spring,
The rainbow that the showers bring.
There's no “touch” as dear
As mom’s presence comforting n near,
A friend’s warm hug when life feels dreary,
A loving hand's caress when you are weary.
There's no ”taste” as delicious
As Love’s first kiss candy n luscious,
The first fruit on the tree you planted,
The cheers drink after a long-awaited wish granted.
There's no “smell” as pleasant
As Soaked earth after a torrent,
Passion embedded in a red rose,
Purity of a newly born held close.
©Vinita Surana ([email protected])