grateful to thee, who gave us the little one
In its plays, studies, love and quarrels we lives
She has given us lot of joy and happiness
Unless this home would have became a hell.
In the early morning she awakes and prays
The prayers she studied from her class teacher
In perfectly learned lines of prayer as such
The vibration of her little sound makes us happy
Her thoughts always for our longevity and health
Being her father and mother we feel proud much
The teachers have so many things to say on her
Her performance in classes and singing poems
She is in reverence to her teachers as well
Where she finds them as her real savors by knowledge
In the School assembly she joins to sing prayer
The morning prayer in such beautiful sound.
A girl child in any home or society is a gift
Of the power that control the universe
Through her the world becomes lovable
Through her the humans continues their journey
Give them so much hope and love with protection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem