Her name is Aditi vats By affection, you call her Diti Her name is Aditi vats By affection, you call her Diti

The little magic of her, Makes my Soul fly; The little magic of her, Makes my Soul fly;

Her presence makes me feel alive Her presence makes me feel alive

The poem is a personification of music. The poem is a personification of music.

And then it hit me, maybe you just wanted me to be more like her And then it hit me, maybe you just wanted me to be more like her

This poem shows how one changes when grown up. This poem shows how one changes when grown up.