Oh, dear God,
I still remember that pose;
In trial of first walk,
I fell, then crawled;
Smashing on things,
Smiling with a scream;
Got scared even from a pin,
Took a bath in face cream;
Seeing my mom doing makeup,
Thought to be a copycat;
With the help of makeup brush,
Made my doll a creepy ghost;
Being a foodie,
I became silly;
Demanded ice cream,
Danced Hungrily;
Shy irritated me only one,
Held fingers of ma’am hugged my mom;
Sticked with my ma’am like really glued,
Sometimes on stage in either staff room;
This was me, in the weeping zone,
Surely i was a kid, not an easy one;
Missing those beautiful months,
Hoping to go back, with my mum,
