A source of great happiness

A source of great happiness she is,
An aura of freshness she brings.
Her pranks and enchanting smile
Gladden my mind and soul.

Only one year and four months old,
Yet her mature acts a delight to behold,
Her sense of aesthetic cleanliness
Makes us all really speechless,
All the litter strewn around she picks
And in the litter bin deftly she puts,
Easily offended she gets
By comments on her ingenious acts,
Her anger she shows by crying
Which she stops after much consoling.
Ever on her tiptoes without any fear,
Her baby talk is pleasing to my ear,
Always busy, ants no match,
No item escapes her curious search,
To drink milk she makes a big fuss,
Other foods too she eats much less.
Often I converse with her over phone,
She too speaks in a tongue of her own.

My grand-daughter Niranjana has come down here
Enlivening the dull atmosphere,
A source of great happiness she is,
An aura of freshness she brings.