Gaayatri Chandrasekharan

Little one, my grape eyed cherubic baby
I hum to you this nasal, tear drenched lullaby
So you won't be a bad guy all will hate
And you'll grow up to deserve the heaven's golden gate
So that your tiny foamy feet that makes me smile
Can lead the world miles and miles and miles
So that those cute little fingers, guileless little creatures
Can mold the world's destiny, shape its future
So that the walnut brain in your perfect skull
Can still tolerate my advice, all morose and dull

To respect a burqa, even when your head carries vermilion
To learn to draw across boundaries, be one among a million
To see a soul within every blood smeared face
To learn to withstand defeat in the life's blind race
To learn to expiate mistakes, even if too late
To do what you want, leave nothing to fate

To have a vision, pursue your dreams with dedication
Be an inspiration, glorify your nation
Never break trust, belief, never give false hope
Smile in the face of adversities, learn to cope

So learn to slow down the pace of life, stand and wait
Be quick to thank and apologize, never be late
Never hate defeat, never dread it, it won't change your fate
Never let lusty hands destroy you, you're not their bait
Show patience and forgiveness, even to the person you hate
So you can grow up to deserve the heaven's golden gate