I wish to see my little Meenu,
To hear her cry
To feel her silky charm,
To diffuse in her innocence,
I sit crossed,
When is it going to be?
I desire to hold her close ,
To look into her lovely eyes,
To caress her smooth skin,
To lift her up and down,
I relax wondering,
When is it going to be
I yearn to kiss her cheeks,
To run my hand through her hair,
To put her to sleep in my lap,
To sing a soft lullaby.
I languish slightly,
When is it going to be?
I long to take her around,
To hold her small hand,
To teach her the ways of life,
To talk to her about nature,
I recline lethargically,
When is it going to be?
I like to note her growth.
To watch her roll ,
To espy her crawl,
To perceive her walk,
I fall back,
When is it going to be?
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