She is looking beautiful, in her pink dress;
Along with some thoughtful expressions on her face.
She doesn't know, I'm seeing from the door;
That change in her behavior, I never saw before;
She is rocking in my rocker;
And looks like a junior scholar.
She seems to be busy in poetic work;
And I wish for her a good luck.
She is a little girl of innocent face;
Her eyes are staring into the space.
While tries to gather the verses and rhymes;
After deeply thinking, she writes sometimes.
Now she is a young poetess, not more than nine;
Under the limelight, maybe she would shine.
In the most beautiful world of literature;
All can be happened in the future.
Woow good luck for little poetess, she maybe enjoy the art of words and it maybe polish her mind to have something bigger than her little age.. :) _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, and nice wishes for the nine tears doll.