एक अनजान से हुयी नयी पहचान

She is now one month old
But she speaks and actions bold;
Grunts and growls
Screams aloud;
uplifting her head
on her tender arms on bed;
Born in a land of culture unique
and relations summarised;
Snow and cold
figures are bold
and her actions
imperfections
not well defined and inclined
Yes! she is my lovely grand child.
Pushing her arm
to come in form
swinging on lying benaeth
Oh!she dared to crumble on sheath;.
Smart as sprinter Queen
Moving her head to gleen
Lo! you are in my lap
yet discontented with flashing snap
a child so born innocent here
within me to play and share;
my childhood with me to delite
as in a form of my lovey grand child!
Appears to be my love of life
and always she shall dive
In my lap that to thrive
Oh my lovely Grand Child!
You 're very special so admiring
need not bother but love aspiring.
She is only one month old
Like benovelenT shine of gold;
yES YOU ARE ONLY ONE MONTH OLD.