I am living toy in family,
Lovely face and called by name Emily,
Some times I act swiftly and silly,
No to rose but they prefer to call me Lilly,
Being eldest and cute so loved by most,
Toys, sweets available at any cost,
Everybody wants me to be happy and smiley
Though I remain playful and naughty
I know why flowers are preferred?
Rose name and beauty always refereed
Pink cheeks always praised and compared
with so much care and love is raised
Mama is always dear and papa too precious,
Cruel in look but kind at heart and look gracious
Mom says Dad was so furious when I was born
Not much happy but reconciled later on
Everything changed with my arrival,
Fortune smiled and celebrated as festival
Happiest moments with joy’s arrival
It meant so much in life for survival
Are all the kids considered so much lucky?
Will they have chance to be choosy?
Well, I don’t know but it may prove different
Heat may turn on but look not so difficult
Babies boom cause worry in entire world
Population rise and relations turning cold
Scarce means and misery to unfold
More sufferings with tales untold
Many curse our boom but I always smile
As happiness at home brought for while
What else small babies on earth can do?
Fortunes favour but no one can undo
hasmukh amathalal
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