Indeed a first ray of sun,

Towards us from the heaven had come…

Stars studded in the eyes that shine,

Would rule the world with her sweet charming smile…

Those tiny little eyes,

Tried to speak more than twice…

Calmness on her face,

Will surely embrace the grace…

Melody’s of her voice,

Are surely to spread happiness and rejoice…

Thou tiny now do seem her hand,

But its grip will not let apart any relation to strand…

With such small are those feet,

Yet willing to attain the maximum possible speed…

Rolling down from arm to arm,

Raising the voice acts her only alarm…

Finding comfort in all that she’s laid,

At utmost comfort her voice too does fade…

Anxious is such,

Listens to all with un-uttered words,

Don’t know if understands as such,

But yes does not wink her eyes too much…

Such a magnet is she full of grace,

That eye get stuck forgetting times pace…