Sanmati is my daughter’s name.
All praise her skills and fame.
No is against her but for sure,
Mentioning are the skills of cure.
Almighty is also with her every time,
Tight schedule or dance can’t rhyme
Ill effects on her because of grace
She got from the god for progress.
All are there with her standing
None had  any bill pending.
Knowing her skills mentors respect
Either parents and wish for prospect.
Till the end of the world let her shine
Joining hands with Fame and dine
Along with all the gods and deity
Is the only wish from both divinity
Named her Father and Mother mighty.

Winter is a beautiful season.
Playing ice on land in London,
Enjoy without worry or reason
In Icy cold weather without sun.
Winter is a beautiful season.

Eating cherry, berry or bun
Gives us a lot of merry fun,
No use is there of shotgun
As there it is difficult to run.
Winter is a beautiful season.

I enjoy such months, Oh Mann!
Really joy comes to me in tonne;
With papa or mamma no unbun.
All enjoy – Pari or daughter or son.
Winter is a beautiful season.

Sanmati, my guide, though is callow
Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo.
Negotiates well joy broad or narrow;
Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow –
Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello.
Time and again found, never let her gizmo,
Ignoring angry love or any strict credo
Jib her down to cry and sit quietly in shadow.
Almighty will design her future like dido
Illuminating the world with skills and less ego.
Never be dull or extra-ordinary – no one follow.

Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.

Sanmati, my source, is equine
Arising year by year to twine.
Naming ceremony like a mine –
Mining gold, silver, bromine.
All averse to Sanmati divine
Time and again – old shrine.
I will support her – Him within
Jains as do by going byline.
All will succumb to Him by entwine.
I presume the same qualities spine
Neatly in the world which He assign.

Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately.
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for her betterment. We all
Negotiate for her better stroll
Knowing how the future world be.
Either ways are taught to be free
Truth and honesty being you see.
“Jai Jinendra” is the first word
All we speak before tea or curd.
I am sure her grandpa Deshbhushan
Needs her help when he in tension.

So precious, so dear, so exquisite grin
All of us could have is Sanmati jinn.
Notable for her academic success in
Many spheres of schooling life she win
Almighty’s blessings – parents too – akin.
Talking debauched of her is for me like sin.
Toughly soft, visionary blind, free chagrin –
Is she though a fortune maker for father in
Job and all prosperity of life as kingpin.
All I need is she be best in discipline,
In chastisement, regulation and tailspin.
Notable for us is Sanmati – a stickpin.