Very Strange

It is very strange Some lament and some manage Arrival of baby is welcome Children cheer when back at home Yes new baby is born “From heaven she is flown” The children are fed with story She is gift from almighty “Baby, baby” children run in street With lots of words to greet Now we are three in family Father and mother are there already No one complains It was expected chain The baby was to be last one No more after that when she had come “Son would have been better” father may opine “No, no it is good to have daughter” mother may feel fine There is no clash but only views Such kind of happiness is shared by few Let flower garden blossom With more flowers in room We are not unhappy but welcome New born is no more worrisome Neither should we have choice Or nor do we have future promise It is not our wish that must prevail It is His grace that we must avail