A strange query in my heart drums;
As and when the year 2030 comes----
When, probably, I might not be around;
Who would wear Miss World Crown?
Would it be my sweet little Anaisha?
Or it would be my darling Anushka?
Both of you have the potential to win---
For, morning shows shadow of the sun.
The game should start with 'spelling-bee'--
In the year 2020, a stiff race it's going to be;
Both of you, ought to make it to the final---
Calm and composed would win the title.
A decade would precede the 'glamor- show',
Ten years would polish you, as you grow;
Both shall develop as blooming rose-buds---
The whole world your fragnance would flood.
Remember, as you enter such competitions--
Wining is second to a healthy participation;
Moral uprightness must be your guide-----
As you attain fame and glory, side by side.
As grandfather, I see both of you as winners,
Not a desire but a prophecy of a well-wisher!
May you both extol the name of your parents!
May 'formula of success in life' be your patent.
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