For Gaurika

When she smiles, petals flutter,

Astride the sweet-scented breeze,

Birds sail into her room to chatter.

Her tiny hands wave in delight,

Marvelling at the feathered friends,

Sounds of joy make my world bright.

Stars frolic around the grinning moon,

Gaurika, my lovely baby’s chortles,

Make the heavens swoon.