Her home coming! I hope nation saw with joy:
A scene of wonderful pleasure and glory,
Creator God Brahama who in a rain of gold;
Broke open bars and pleasure untold.
Queen Ashwarya, the queen of beauty and grace;
Showers love on the new face,
Mesmerized to see God's dear creation,
Touched her white, tender limbs; with love and devotion.
With happy dreams, praying her happy stay,
And now with wondering eyes and heart, all play;
Before this supreme creation of Love:
A frolicking baby girl in glorious pink drove,
An angel with a lotus in her hand,
And in this world with stretched wings she dropped.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-bachchan/
