The little girl a beautiful girl
The little girl a naughty kid
Pet to the grandfather
Pet to the grandmother
Always played well and prayed well.
The little girl a little grown
Near and dear relatives comes
To show their interest asks the child
To show her capability in dancing
For a dance in front of all.
The little girl often refused
Bites her fingers in little shame
Dance before strangers discomfort
Slowly she grew as a grown up girl.
She was sent to a dance school
Performed well in dance classes
Blessed with talent she continued
Now a great dancer with fame and money
The dancing girl got in cinema field
Where she now performs act with dances
Admirers many, Fan clubs plenty
Her presence valued for inaugural functions
The little girl a beautiful girl
World admires her performance well
All are happy, except the little girl
She terribly missed her poetic talents
None of the relatives bothered to inspire..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem shared on the desk about the feeling of a little girl.