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Little Boy’s Mischief
Tuhin Kumar Chand Uttar Dinajpur, West Bengal. INDIA
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Mother thinks that I’m asleep,
Does she know the secrets I keep?
Sleep has left, it will not stay,
It slipped so quietly away.
By my head the milk bowl lies,
Bamboo flute and pens nearby,
Paper ready, all in place,
Nothing missing, nothing stray.
Mother steps into the kitchen door,
I rise at once, so soft, so sure
But snap! she turns, and there she stands,
Caught already in her hands.
“Listen here, you little boy,
You think you’re clever, sly, and smarter,
Thinking that your poor old mother
Is a fool like any other.”
She doesn’t scold, she softly says,
“You’ll understand one distant day
The day I have to go away,
Then you’ll know what I mean today.”
I rush ahead and hug her tight,
She pulls me close with all her might,
Inside her arms I calmly stay,
All my mischief fades away.
When mischief’s done and silence creeps,
Lil boy whispers, soft and deep,
“Look, Mother, I’ve fallen asleep.” |
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