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Arohee (one who ascends)


With a sweet,  smiling countenance sat little Aarohee,

Placing a finger on her cheeks, she, aged only three,

Draped in a little sari her mother had made her wear,

She sat in contemplative thought, yet smiling with care,

With ornaments around and decorating her  little head ,

She sat, with her little hands on the side of the bed;

Aarohee is the bright radiance in her home, reigning supreme, 

She is the  her parents', grandparents' and others' pride and dream,

Lights of the future sparkle in her candid and wide eyes,

Intelligence and curiosity makes her intelligent and somewhat wise,

She learns at a fast pace  and evolves with care, 

She knows the alphabets and talks fluent and fair ,

She can count objects from one to ten

And can write some alphabets with her little dot pen,

In two languages , she recites  poems, her pronunciation strong and sound,

From "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to "The Wheels of the Bus go Round and Round",

She can sing the " Happy Birthday to You " song

In perfect melody, repeating every word from two verses long,

Aarohee knows and uses her mobile phone well,

Watching her favorite programs , her eager eyes can tell,

She prays in the Puja room with her mother along

And can even sing a few lines of a devotional song,

In the evening , with her father , she plays hide and peep,

She entertains her parents with many baby stories till they are  all fall asleep,

Usually she plays with her little teddy bear,

And scolds him with little words when he doesn't care,

The little child is the future, as her life shall evolve,

She , with others,someday, shall   perhaps society's and the nation's problems solve;


There she sits, pretty, in her beautiful dress,

With glitters  in her eyes, Aarohee,  the little princess.
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