"NASYA MY DAUGHTER"

Who owns this memory of my life
When those days came no more like a tale
That I pondered each moment I sat alone
Thinking about the sound of a playful child
Whispering in its echo of rant and bables

How was this flute of lulaby played
Last time I tampered to alter my practice
Preparing for your arrival so far in the spirit
But close at my finger tips
Bringing unending smile and joy
To my simple hut and laughless world

The world is finally here!
With you into my arms almost withered
Waiting for your timeless journey
Whence we kept peeping into your world
At your pace of comfort

Yes the day has come like a stranger
Tapping us to awaken our soul
And the readiness never died on a stencil
I see you beckoned to embrace me
In sweetness of my smile and yelling

Now you are my pet
And I must fulfill to extreme satisfaction
A project of future lies ahead
Thanking you for being here
Crawling through the rubbles and paints
With your fearless spirit chasing the critters!

Oh!...joy is an open life
To those who found it
And grace has celebrated me
Into the circle of fatherhood
To this day, loving you is unbiased
Nasya my daughter
The wholesome value I gain
Only God's special definition!