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The miracles of life!

The screaming bawl of a born child,

A tear of happiness and delight in the mother’s eye

The tiny, fragile being just born

Giving someone’s world a joy unknown!

 

A child sitting on the shoulders of his father

Looking at the world with gleaming, bright eyes

Feeling the pleasure of being tall

And seeing things beyond the swarm

 

An old lady, probably 94, walking her dog

Early in the morning, with a smile on her face

Wonder, how she still has a warm good morning

For the stranger walking by

 

The birds chirping every morning

Flying high and free in the sky

Giving us a feeling of being set free

To conquer the dreams we dare dream

 

A little girl, maybe 9 walking by

Watching an old lady, probably 94 with her dog,

Struggling to cross the traffic lights

Gently she holds her hand and walks her to a park nearby

 

A father feeling the bliss of having his little son on his shoulder

Jumping up and down with excitement

Probably helping him feel the pleasure

Of being responsible in every way for something so beautiful

 

A newly born child, sleeping peacefully

Against the warmth of the mother’s *****

Mother, gently holding the miracle she gave birth to not an hour ago

Sleeping with a smile and tranquility on her face

 

Stupid pillow fight with a sibling

Childish combat for the remote control

That non-stop laughter over silly things

Till tears roll down those beautiful eyes

 

Stories heard from a grandmother

Lots of love that she unconditionally showers

Grandfather who knew magic tricks

And surprised his grand children with chocolates from under his sleeve

 

How am I to describe the beautiful things I witness?

Maybe, as a miracle

 

I sure am lucky

To be living in a world full of angels

Surrounded by wonderful people

Witnessing a million miracles in my life!

 

~ Heeral Kothari.

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