Naughty Girl Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hi Sir, I am naughty girl of naijapal
Do you remember my morning arrival?
I was very young and attractive
With black appearance and very subjective

I went back to memory and found her out
She was beautiful young girl to talk about
Brilliant with performance and very nationalistic
But lived in dreamy world not so realistic

I remembered her saying about marrying a foreigner
Even though she was new on line and beginner
I used to laugh at and scoff her with imagery world
But she will not budge in and rather send me shivering cold

I was happy to find her after considerable lapse
She was rather surprised and very happy of course
I used to talk with her family members and especially with mother
She had a lot of expectations from her but she always continued to bother

She is carved out of black marble
Exactly the same as idol and simply a doll
Her teeth may shine as white emerald
Any body may feel so strong and ready to herald

She had lot many surprises in store
She has twins to look after and take care
I could not think more of a naughty girl
Yet she was the same precious and black pearl

“How is your buddy”? I parried question
She wanted to make special mention
I would wish him to be my body even in next birth
He is so thorough gentleman and we shall not part till death

I could not guess more of that naughty but beautiful
She was very positive and thought meaningful
She would argue at great length and observe pause
“She is very nice” I thought and wished her good life for cause

She is good mother and totally changed personality
This is how women are assessed with their generous qualities
No mother on earth would want more sufferings and pain
They would go all out for well being and contain

*Naijapal is term used for Naigerian friends