Innocent, pious- but a bit crazy.
There’s a glow of smile: all the time.
In your face- so divine !!
You always talk – like a cuckoo bird;
It gave me solace, whenever I heard.
How should I call you-a rose ? a daisy ?
O, betu ! you are every inch a baby.
O, do come to me, just for a chat
With light steps, and a long plait.
I’ll peep into your eyes for a while
And hold your face with a smile.
I’ll tap at your nose and say to thee:
“O, betu ! you are every inch a baby.”
# Rajesh Pandey
