Anand ki Leela

Holding my hands, first both then one, walking all around, home, and stairs outside.
You are always full, of laughter and mirth, couldn't be more, true to your name
You want whatever, your brother holds; you don't like if anyone, has an upset frown.
You have slowly learnt, in your thirteenth month, how to have it, all your way. Your stubborn cry, till we get it right, has me smiling, when I look behind.
And you show the same, love for music we have; Dancing in rhythm, to Amritavarsham tunes!