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Standing in front of me,
A smiling face of a mother-
Holds a baby in her lap,
She’s her tiny little daughter.
The baby did not seem to me
That she belongs to this earth,
To give us a big surprise-
It came to us by birth!
The baby’s beauty defeats,
Hill of melting frozen ice-
I surrender to God the almighty
Who made her in his divine dice?
I touched her fluffy cheeks
And looked at my finger,
If her fairness cling to it-
As the particles of powder!
Indeed she looks like a-
Cotton statue or a doll,
Her image I have drawn
In my heart, on a scroll.