My Daughter Aishnaa

Hey Lord Krishna, hey Lord Krishna
So immensely fond of you is Aishnaa
When I refuse to play your stories, she fights like a Ninja
Rebel against parents this age has become a stigma
She wants to see Vrindavan and Dwaraka
With her friends Tulsi and Taaraka
In her free time, she makes a monster Raaka
And tells it stories of Sita and Raama
I insist it is night and she wears her pyjama
But again she diverts me with her Sa Re Ga Ma
Save me I say to Lord Brahma
But her sweet tone calls out again Mamma
I tuck her in bed and tell bedtime stories of Bahamas and Panama
But never, ever does it stop , her never ending drama