My Doll

I play with a doll yet she laugh,
make me laugh she dance,
make me dance she is none but my sweet daughter.

Her voice is so sweet like a pipe in mouth of God krishna
Her movements are so quiet I want to watch her all the time.
She gave me a special gift, in her shape,
Her cries sound like an  ultimate kiss to me, whenever I feel sad.
Rainbow is faded, in front of her quietness
Oh God! I always bless her whenever I play with the doll .