You were 3 days old, when I held you near
My little pot of Gold, that I held so ginger
A smile so gorgeous, on the cutie-pie face
I cherish the moments, with my wonderful Niece.
Your baby lingo talks were so intense,
yet somehow they almost made sense
The one with Pooh was a special treat,
To hold back tears (of Joy) was a tough feat
You grew up good kid,
But trouble you also did,
Car-seats were a No-No,
You could cry as if there was no tomorrow
Your Dance at my Wedding,
was one full of Grace
Energetic and Entertaining,
It deserves a Special Praise
I don't meet you as often,
But I love to hear of your Passion
Be it Soccer, Dance or Art
or even your Education
Remember, FUN is the important part,
Be is Competition or Recreation
Now you are 9 years old,
Naughtier yet Smarter
Still my Pot of Gold
My Bhanji forever !!
- Composed by Gautam Sarda for his Niece Aditi !
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1 comment:
Very beautiful !!!! Keep it up Poet ....
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