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A Child's Prattle-2

A Child's Prattle-2

In the middle of night
You woke me up
"I want butter"you asked
"At this hour? "I asked

Tired out my groggy body yet
Lifted me and got your need
But you..flipped it off
To the ground that I skidded

Just then bedazzled
I felt a timely support
Was it you in dazzling blue?
I looked for the little boy
No, not found...
My dilemma.."was it real or a dream...? "

Note: This is about a grand mother's's imagination of conversing with
little Krishna the Lord adopting Him as her grand child

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Comments (2)

Nicely penned, they are innocent and probably unaware when to ask what. A nice way to put it across.
Generally a child wakes up at the middle of the night and calls her mother.Looking towards such a little boy you have brilliantly penned this interesting poem...10