Poems by
Priyadarshini Ramalingam

The Chosen One

a poem by Priyadarshini Ramalingam

Stars shine, the Seraphs dine,
Tinker Bell strikes the chime,
Alas! A little angel is born this time!
Under down the paradise, folks await with all ear.
The medic announces with a joyful cheer,
“It is a baby gal, dear!”
The clan echoes, “Oh! It is not our bundle of joy if it isn’t a baby boy!”
Grandma weeps, “The God has disregarded my prayers”
Grandpa sighs, “I always carried these fears”
Fretful mum has nothing to share but her tears.
Dad shrieks, “Thank you Princess! I knew I deserve you here.
My precious angel, look at me, I am your father,
To whom the God has been kind to gift this toddler.
I knew I deserve you here for now and forever.

(I have tried to light heartedly pen down the intense belief I carry! – Oxymoron intended :))