She was shy with a smile
She was pretty look in expressions
Ran here and there in home
Looking something to give as present
Came back with a piece of cake
A delicious one and sweetest
She told me it is her birthday
The day she enjoys with so happiness
The day friends make best wishes
The day father gives beautiful new dress
Carefully packed and tied with love
And made in finest clothes of world
Brought from finest clothe markets
And selected in such a patience
And proudly declares, this is for my daughter
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