The first you cried, we rejoiced the day,
as little sweet sis, by mother you lay.
Krishna gave you to us as one more,
cute little puffy baby sister adore!
At first you crawled and then you stood,
at times also you would not take your food,
but all in all, you filled us with pride,
as you slowly took your first baby stride,
at nights sometimes we all sang you lore,
whenever you cried little grumpy baby sister adore!
But now this benign anger on your head’s fore,
what for takes over your playful mind’s core,
we bestow you with fondness from our love’s store,
Oh! My grown up little sweet sister, Sister Adore!
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its so beautiful dear…keep going ..you have made us also to feel and write by your words…you write with love and thats makes beautiful…its lovely