One Year Old
This menace is my son
Brings me a lot of fun
Always wants to run
Hates to eat even a little bun
I love oiling him
But he loves bathing
And is annoyed
If the taps aren't running
He bites the candies
Swallows rice
Dislikes chapatti
But oats are nice
Only if filled with spice
His actions during rhymes
Makes my eyes shine
If he gives a good take
Then the effort is all mines
This little one has many fans
They keep on visiting
Yet! the uploading of photos and videos are never ending.
Toys bore him
He is amazed by the sounds
Loitering is favorite pastime
Music makes him go round and round
I enjoy listening "shhooooo"
While tying his shoe lace up
And also "mum”
When his tumbler is bottoms up
Splashing water everywhere
Killing winter worries me
Leaking diapers don't bother him
Being naughty is 'Me'!
To sleep, he hides my phone inside him
As though I am a thief
I need to stare at him
The lullabies can take a leave
Some injections kept him healthy
Some drops, able
My son! You will always be in my prayers and
And a prayer too
'Dhairya', I love you
May you arise high like a star
That shines on its own
And also help others shine.
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