My naughty boy <br />Never plays with any toy <br /> <br />Loves to play with Mamma’s kitchen utensils <br />Or daddy’s pen and pencils… <br /> <br />Always running here and there…. <br />During load shading also, he does not have fear… <br /> <br />With broken words tries to express his feelings <br />Sometimes, I also cannot make out any meaning… <br /> <br />Still appreciate my naughty boy whatever he says, <br />As I feel at least, he tries to say something and find some ways…<br /><br />Sumita Datta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-naughty-boy/
