BaBy GiRl..

Not a commodity,

A women with substance..

Not a tragedy,

Born with Consent..

Drool in the well and drop in the sea,

Mixed with water tears hardly visible to me..

When tides break the shore,

Melody on the harp breathe more..

Righteous entity and the spirit of thee,

Brought happiness like a water to thirsty..

Messenger from God,

I am sent to heal,

With a magic wand touching with mercy..

That wrinkle so perfect and eyes with glee,

Born an Angel,

with a rock star entry..

When enchanted the power of beauty,

I peep through the sheets..

Magic spells to work,

As I brought Luck to thee..