Kavya

An angel on heaven
Has arrived
Though she calls me mummy
But she is a dream device

Never felt so complete
Never felt so pure
Never felt so concrete
Never had been loved so much, for sure.

Such a cute little bundle
Of craziness and tantrums
Every dam thing she does
Is as tasty as a soup with bread crums.

Love to see her cry
Love to see her laugh in a row
Love to see her sleep
Love to see her grow.