O dear grandpa,
you don't strain,
She comes with
her lovely brains.
Please don't beset
her on all sides
Just allow her to
take strides
As she grows up
vistas change,
Allow her space
to out range.
May she bloom
in a world quite new,
Around her fragrant
happiness strews.
* NK Sharma's Grand Daughter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful child deserves a slightly better poem says grand pa shall i compose one dear poet cps