A family Row
Spawned Sorrow.
Some crying, some Sad
Blissfulness somewhat Vanished.
Stayed Awake
Prayed to God since long Wait.
Then, came a little Boy
Name was Joy.
With a ray of Hope
Bringing happiness might be the Scope
Soft hands made every sorrows Cloying
Wrapped under the pampering and Coddling.
Prayers and patience bought Delightfulness
And sorrows turned into Blissfulness.
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