He is always so busy
From morning to night
Driving us all tizzy
With antics so bright
Not he a doctor
Not an ironsmith
Neither is an engineer
Nor any merchant’s kith
What makes him engage?
What pushes him so?
Though he is no savage
Something makes him go
Despite his hyperactivity
He is so lovable
Always with a ditty
He turns the table
What else can he be?
He is only nine
Always full of glee
This nephew of mine
My nine year old nephew, Amlaan, insisted, I write a poem about him. So here it is…it describes him to a T!
Ignorance is bliss.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could retain our childhood zest for life and didn't have to discover (UGH!) how hard and bewildering adults make our world.
It's a pleasure to meet your nephew in verse, Gautami! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a simply beautiful picture you have painted of the young man. Really nice poetry, Gautami!
ReplyDeleteawww lil busy body ha? so sweet!
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
Yes, Homo, I agree but we cannot hold on to time. Thatsthe only permanence in our life...
ReplyDeleteThanks Mike, I will tell him you said that..:)
Your words mean lot, Don!
Yes he is, Keshi. At times he drives us nuts!
So lovely to be able to write a poem about ones nephew.
ReplyDeleteThank you my sweet aunt.
ReplyDeleteLove you very much
thank you love you.
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