Varnikaa, my granddaughter.

 Varnikaa, oh sweet child so small,

With eyes as bright as a summer's hall, Your laughter echoes through the home, Bringing joy where it had once roamed.

You dance and sing with such delight, Your spirit shining so very bright, With innocence in all you do, The world is new and fresh to you.

As you grow, may you stay true, To the wonder and curiosity that is you, May you always see the beauty in life, And know that you will always have a place in our hearts as a granddaughter.

With love, we'll watch you bloom, Varnikaa, our precious granddaughter, Forever in our hearts, you'll stay, A shining star that lights our way.

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Granddaughter.

My Granddaughter

Little baby, the smart baby of our home,

Stretches and folds her legs, cycling in the air

Like Monalisa’s, her smile is enigmatic

If a familiar face passes, she would turn to see.

She remains awake at nights as much as she can

She sleeps during the day if not disturbed.

If we wake her up, we get a look of disapproval!

Smiles at her mother, all the while.

She offers her cheek for us to kiss,

But her language we are yet to learn!

We waited a long time for her arrival,

Her manners and gesture are new every day.

People say she is like her mother,

Like her aunt, uncle or grandma.

She is not a copy of anyone and

None would be equal to her.

Swims on the floor, restlessly,

Eagerly waiting for her to speak

Her shouting, music to our ears!

Can’t catch her a year or two from now.

Will be telling us, stories every day.

Oh baby, yet to be weaned, and no teeth;

Little darling, my son’s daughter!