Amidst heavy rains and torturing traffic, manoeuvring their umbrellas as people try to find their way out, I can see this kid hardly a year old, oblivious to this downpour, sleeping peacefully on a strong shoulder under a big umbrella.
Sanguine he is as he knows that come what may this shoulder will never let him fall.
Confident he is as he knows that this strong shoulder will carry him in every thick and thin.
Optimistic he is as he knows that this shoulder belongs to the God Himself, His God whom he Calls “Papa”…
When God could not reach to each one of us, He created His Avatar whom we call "Father"...
Sanguine he is as he knows that come what may this shoulder will never let him fall.
Confident he is as he knows that this strong shoulder will carry him in every thick and thin.
Optimistic he is as he knows that this shoulder belongs to the God Himself, His God whom he Calls “Papa”…
When God could not reach to each one of us, He created His Avatar whom we call "Father"...
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