The Brat Poem by Sathya Narayana

Inside the slowly decaying home
resides this little monster
with a never-die mirth.
He laughs and screams,
he carols and capers.

Unabashed and mischievous he is...
unleashes his shameless espials around,
shouts his desires and runs over every green pasture
like a non-stop river and ever-flowing winds.

Covers every courtly bijou with his lusty mists
and kisses every overt stunner with his dauntless lips.

Inside that poor, dignified and feigning fake gentleman
defying times, social taboos and meandering gossips
lives for ever this age-less kid, with a never fading smile
the petite giant of unlimited wants.

That sweet little brat in me
you love him, like him; appreciate or make a step forward
and take him in to your arms.....he is ready
for every use, misuse and total abuse...