Letter on Children's Day (Nov 14)

My Dearest Sanidhya,

Today, 14th November on the occasion of Children's Day, my letter to you is to celebrate your "childhood", under constrained circumstances as reflected in my previous letters to you. Even though we are separated and even not allowed to communicate on phone, still here is my small tribute to you and all children in the world. Children should be loved by one and all. Their angelic eyes should win hearts and innocent smiles should pave a path of truthfulness and purity inside the soul of grownups.

My dear beta, the history goes something like this, India's first prime minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, was born on November 14. After his death, his birthday has been celebrated as Children's Day in India. Children's Day is not just a day to let the future generation have its say. It is a day to remember a leader who, in his quiet but determined way, laid the foundation to convert a nascent nation into a world power. But why Children's Day? Apart from being known for his skills as a statesman, Panditji was also immensely fond of children. Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru was known as Chacha Nehru by all children as innocent and as flowery like you my dearest beta. The story also goes that Chacha Nehru started to wear a rose on his jacket after a child pinned one on it.

Below is a poem for you my Beta on this very beautiful day.

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You are like fresh globules of tantalizing rain; which spell bindingly descend in euphoric frenzy from fathomless carpets of glorious sky,

You are like innocuous tufts of cotton soaring ebulliently in handsome atmosphere; philandering in stupendous melody under carpets of gloriously blissful sunshine,

You are like the pristine rays of Omnipotent Sun; profoundly illuminating one and all; with their vibrantly intriguing imagery; alike,

You are like the fairies of irrefutable truth dancing in the celestial heavens; with their immaculately divine consciences boundless kilometers away; from the despicable gutter of lies,

You are like ecstatically redolent roses brazenly swaying in the afternoon winds; unfurling into majestic artistry and overwhelmingly tangy boisterousness; as each second speedily zipped by,

You are like fulminating springs of rhapsodically untamed jubilation which erupt from the inner most core of earth; incessantly blooming into a paradise of new found energy; an insatiable euphoria to propel forward in life,

You are like united colors of the vivaciously radiant rainbow; embracing each other in compassionate cradles of humanity; entirely oblivious to the satanic vagaries of caste; creed; religion and spurious color,

You are like the resplendently milky beams of the innocent Moon; perennially twinkling in the unparalleled exuberance of discovery; indefatigably exploring all bountiful happiness so fantastically laden upon this colossal planet,

You are like voluptuously nimble blades of dew drop coated grass; profusely ringing in the wholesome merriment of symbiotic existence; whistling past the meadows of inexplicably ghastly sorrow; with Omnipotent beauty in their tiny souls,

You are like scintillatingly majestic eagles soaring royally through the silken clouds; uninhibitedly kissing all goodness that confronted them in their way; on every step that they poignantly tread,

You are like angels of relentlessly philanthropic benevolence; donating even the most priceless of their possession; to their comrades in agonizing pain,

You are like the sparkle of seductively ethereal dawn; deluging every disastrously bereaved household; with the ingratiatingly timeless essence of joyously beautiful existence,

You are like steps leading to the sacrosanct Creator; unassailably fortifying your persona to face the deadliest of evil; as you clambered each foot forward,

You are like rambunctiously revered and bushy squirrels up in the foliated trees; eternally unfolding into insurmountable enthusiasm; leaping fleet- footedly to metamorphose beleaguered earth once again into an Omniscient paradise,

You are like unfathomable treasure hoves of captivating honey; oozing the ultimate sweetness of godly creation; with the incredulous ardor in their heavenly voice,

You are like charms of everlasting luck; magically transforming your despairingly deplorable survival; into a life replete with profusely endearing graciousness,

You are like invincibly boundless mountains of faith; instilling Herculean courage in all those miserably dwindling; by just the unprecedented fervor of brilliant optimism; lingering enchantingly in the whites of their eyes,

You are like petals of Omnipresent prosperity; ubiquitously diffusing the spirit of happiness and immortal humanity; to every penuriously ailing entity on the trajectory of this endlessly glittering planet,

You are like the supremely divine aura of Godhead; granting every benign desire in your heart to be perpetually true; the instant you held their beaming palms to frolic with them in the gardens of; unconquerable togetherness….

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My dear Sanidhya, my words are dwarfs to landscape my drops of visualization about you. They can only be beads to decorate the love which I have for you. I certainly hope and pray, that one day we will be able to see each other and I will be able to narrate poems and stories to you. Even though all my communications and efforts in this regard have been reciprocated with deceit and obtuseness by the people who have taken you away from me, but my love for you washes all the insults and my hope to meet you motivates me to keep trying. But today is not the day to write about it, as its day for you and it should bring all the bliss of the universe to your kind soul.

Thus may mine and your Dadaji’s and Dadiji’s prayers for you reach you, protect you and fulfill your body and soul with bliss. My God who is my Lord will be with you as your savior, protector and director. He will help you to accomplish what you are destined and will bring prosperity to you and bliss to your soul.

Om!

Your Father,
Ravi