Deep inside me, lost over time,
Is a poet who once spun a good rhyme,
Waiting for something to set affire,
Odes that would fulfill one's desire.
Then came along Nikhil, my nephew,
His brilliance who could equal but a few,
Little fingers, little ears, little eyes, little nose,
His appearance does not fall short of grandiose.
Not like his father, not like his mother,
Not even does he resemble his great grandmother,
His aunt, by good fortune, he took after,
Could he have asked for anything better?
Oh my darling, I long to hold you,
Kiss you, caress you, love you, enfold you,
When I see you for the first time be aware,
Not a minute away from me, will I spare.
I wish you all happiness in this world,
Looks of a prince and a heart of gold.
God bless!!
