A FLOWER BORN

Today, a sweet flower is born,

Once who was a tiny bud,

He will blossom, bloom and soon,

Get accustomed to the mud,

He is a flower of peace,

Love and peace, he will scatter,

And perhaps will work to make,

This world a place much better,

He be the heart throb of all,

Or be a loving son either,

May raise my name to a height,

Or give proof I am a bad father,

When  I lay on my deathbed,

He be there at my last breath,

I shall live in him for ages, or

Be the true reason of my death.

From My Poems: HERO