My Treasure - Sampad Ray Poem by Subrata Ray

My Treasure (Sampad Ray) .

Innocence is he, and full of Pranks,
A budding youth, with multidimensional ranks.

With wings of imaginations he aspires the Impossible
And in Caneopy, he sails.

Faith to him, is the key to life,
And loves he all, Whoever to him strive.

Study to him is alround, but not serious,
In every subject he wishes to give a Touch.

Inconsistent, whimsical, playful is he,
I can't read in future what he will be.

At his 22 he needs his Mother's hand to eat,
As if as a baby, once he was fed.

His Child like nature and peerless Goodness,
Always and ever reflects in his face.