There are those times In many of our lives When we felt so sublime As for myself, I'd wish five. The first came when I understood That I am neither the first, nor last In my lovely family tree that stood Forever, with people there to last. The second when I was glad to see Happy tears in my parents' eyes, For me, just me and was never to be Seen again. Oh! That moment was nice. The third came when I saw my kid As it arrived from the labour room. A bundle of joy, a moment of bliss Gave me those wings; In sky I roamed. The time when my kid comes up the best In whatever he aspires and that Time when I see my grandchild are the rest That I pray for and wish to get.