Preetam Shetty - Blessed Day

Blessed was the day
Holy was the sunrise
A pure, innocent face
In my heart I reprise

When the little hands
Cuffed my smallest finger
Oh I can’t really express
My happiness, my wonder

My ears heard your voice
The rhymes of shower
My hands touched your skin
Smoother than any flower

When I saw your lovely eyes
Gleaming at their father
I knew I was the curator
For the best gift from your mother

I promised I will care
I shall love you day and night
I knew with you in my life
Everything will be alright

Preetam Shetty

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