She is beauty and appeal and inspiring joy,
When the child is crying she disguises as a toy,
When the child does not sleep she comes with a tale,
For the naughty Grand Father she works as a gale,
She tells a tale of the sleepless princess,
The old man starts his instinctive pinches,
She sings sweet lullaby for the child,
And Grand Father turns bold and wild,
Eye lids of the child when kiss each other,
Vanishes like a Jin the cunning Grand Mother,
The old man tries to grip her hands,
Dreams are ahead of the past dream lands,
In a twinkling of the eyes she becomes acrobatic,
Dynamic dreams in an age so static!
Having no alternate the poor old child,
Like ice cream cone turns soft and mild.