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The Patter Of Tiny Feet
The Patter Of Tiny Feet
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Wonderful it is,
to imagine my first day
On earth, I heard people
wishing, blessing and pray.
A little dream they saw in my little eyes,
Little also I know, that it was all expressing
through their desires and cries.
Their overflowing emotions
made me introduce that,
they are my parents.
The one who's cheerful with tears
is the lady who gave me birth.
The one with moustache is filled with grace and fears,
is the powerhouse of my home.
O! A home?
The place they have embraced with
Lots of immense love, For me.
A wonderland for their little Alice.
Also, they named me eventually
Their Little Soul.
Overwhelmed with these all emotions
For the very first time, I started crying.
