My little girl is very dictatorial
Quite often she is forgetful
of the measure of her age
She takes liberty while putting me in cage
She reminds me of my grand mother
Very eager to take everything under her care
I now call her my 'younger mother'
For her it sounds just familiar
While I am to take my dinner
She hurries for foods to deliver
Her hands tiny for the plate
Yet she is adamant in this aspect
While I need to find my dress
She volunteers in grace
Without her caring intervene
It is futile even to get a pen
copyright: shamik bose 2009
My daughter Rai (Prithika) is 2 years 3 months old.
My blessings & good wishes for your little daughter Prithica. It could just be possible that your late grandmother's loving & caring soul is in your daughter! These are possibilities about which Science will have no answers! Or else we would become Gods! ! ! -Raj
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must say that this piece is a real treasure Shamik... I am sure, you daughter will love this when she will read this later.. :) ... Infact, you will also love to read this piece again and again... after few years... :)