Gift of the moon!

God's creation

My jubilation

Your beautiful eyes

That sometimes cries

Your whispers soft

Are Like the breeze at the tree top

Your soul purer than gold

Your tiny hands I hold

Wrapped in a rainbow, like sunshine

you are all mine

Dancing like flowers you bring joy

You are my precious boy

Bright and colorful

Like an artist's painting beautiful

You have a smile 

that's longer than a mile

When words you speak

I rise to the top of a peak

You hold my hand 

Not because you can't stand

It's your trick to be with me

Nothing else could make me glee

Behind me you hide

Secure you feel, not that you are shy

Sometimes I scold

If you fall, I assure to hold

Like a shield I stand before you

For every adversity in view

Oh my little tea spoon

You are the gift of the moon

Come back for once

The clouds are running in a row

There's a void as I go to and fro

I am on cloud nine

But today, you are not mine

I abandoned you, in search of my goals

Cared less about the love of our souls

 

I am an achiever today, targets I have met

But anguish keeps my eyes wet

I could have done it all

Leaving you was just a wrong call

Staring at infinity, my tryst in vein

Come back, kiss away my pain

 My voices unheard 

 Send him my message, I request a bird

Why didn't I go with you, I sigh

Come back for once, we will fly

Spicy punch

Medium or mild?
What's the choice of my spice
I think I just despise

Food or media?
What has more spice
I believe I need some advice 

Carolina reaper or Ghost pepper?
Putting my taste buds to test
Figuring out which is the hottest 

Aroma or music?
I like the whole spices crackle in a pan
Not a 'spice girls' fan

Politics or films?
In front of the TV I just froze
Spice is all that grows 

Little or more?
What's is the tolerance 
It's all about indulgence