Warmly you were received, with stretched out hands,
Symbolic the hands were, an extension of welcoming hearts,
For you had the reco's of our son, the sun,
And with pleasure for whom, we give our life.
You entered our fold with the rays of sun,
We are sure you shine and brighten the fold,
For you held the hand of a gem of gems,
It's now your job, not to dampen his shine.
The colour of clothes you are seeing are different,
The design of dresses, you are looking at variance,
But trust you should, the depth of warmth is the same,
To the one you enjoyed back home, with the earlier name.
It's what you see, that you want to see,
For the world can't be different, from the colour of your lens,
It's with your hand, you can paint your path,
To strengthen your dear one's hand and gladden his heart.