Padded he came to me,
His eyes twinkling like stars,
With zeal to see,
With array of hopes,
He smiled at me,
But his body groped
To be free
His face was as bright as sun,
Throwing fresh hopes to those,
Who have none.
Truly, he is HIS gift
To me,
From which I never want to drift
Like a sea.
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