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My Naughty Boy!
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My Naughty Boy!

Poem By Sumita Datta

My naughty boy
Never plays with any toy

Loves to play with Mamma’s kitchen utensils
Or daddy’s pen and pencils…

Always running here and there….
During load shading also, he does not have fear…

With broken words tries to express his feelings
Sometimes, I also cannot make out any meaning…

Still appreciate my naughty boy whatever he says,
As I feel at least, he tries to say something and find some ways…

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Excellent expression - read it again after twenty years and feel the eyes!