God gave us daughters two,
And they have been quite good;
But times seem very bad,
And yet, they make us glad.
We give more than we can,
To live a happy life;
They are not used to strife,
And yet, they make us glad.
As babies, both were cute,
And study well on own;
The world is baffling them,
And yet, they make us glad.
They are our eye’s pupils,
And better than many;
They want to be like rest,
And yet, they make us glad.
Our kids are living toys –
Such precious gifts from God;
At times, they make mistakes,
And yet, they make us glad.
Our children are our boon,
And give the family joy;
They find no time to help,
And yet, they make us glad.
What’s life without some kids?
We slog with pleasure still;
Our debt to God remains,
And yet, they make us glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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