THE BABY

THE BABY

Wrapped in dirty clothes
A sweet baby in front of me,
Escaped away from my sight, smiling in glee.
Free of fear and worry,
Flew in air as a bee.

Again, she came without uttering a word,
Snatched a book of school boy,
Ran away with joy,
She got a stranger toy.

She laughed and laughed,
But, little thought.
No will-o'-the-wisp at her face,
The treasure of joke I got.

She sat behind a house,
Turn the pages upside down,
Having looked the figures began to dance,
A beautiful flower in the rustic gown.

Today, It's a history,
I flutter and dance
Whenever call up this naughty story,
Which is gathered in my memory.

-- Rahul Sudhanshu
rahulsudhanshu@gmail.com