An Address To My Daughter Poem by Shraddhanand Srivastava

Cherished I the image of a Goddess
prior to your anticipated birth,
Few days later, perceiving She Herself
incarnated, I immersed in a deep mirth;
Smiling face, jerking tiny hand and feet
conversed the celestial beings
with all your divinity
while lying in a cradle as a sacred retreat;
As a little grown toddling babe
with an angelic smile leaped into my lap
for a dance in glee
ever urging to chant mantra
consequently spilling the divinity in me;
Later as a child with all your agility,
frisking to and fro like a fragile fawn,
in a lush green of country home lawn,
evoked a sense of soothing futurity;
Having swum across the child hood,
now galloped in to teenage,
sometimes get elated with emotion,
sometimes grow outrage;
The momentous moment sets a tone
for a life yet to come,
with the sound resolution, moral maxims keeps moving on,
never deviate from them
that may lead you to atone;
In attaining the goal,
might there be the numerous impediments,
to overcome, you'll have to be
more physical and mental competent;
Nutrition of vitamin and protein
are for you to feed,
yet to the religion and ethics
resort for your psychic need.