Nephew Yahya And His M.B.B.S. Uncle Abbas Ali Student Of Yenepoya University Poem by Mazid S Kazi , INDIA

I have a sweet-heart grandson named Yahya one year old.
He calls us sweetly dada-dadi-dad and mum with his tiny tongue.
He drives three wheeler vehicle just like the pilot of England.
While playing with him we pass our retirement time in great joy.

His friends are airoplane, car, elephant, tiger, deer, monkey and baby.
He puts toys friends around himself and play with them by a fine trick.
In the company of his toys friends we too all play with them happily.
Daily we watch his excellent performance as a T.V. getting entertainment.

He walks and falls, creeps and smiles murmuring the innocent words.
To see T.V. he creates a strange musical tone that makes us laugh.
He sits on the horse back of his uncle Abbas Ali on hands-holds two swords.
Abbas Ali is the MBBS uncle of Yahya, they both play as the pet friends.

It is a fine rainy day, Yahya and his friends put the boat on stream and sit on it.
Sailing boat gives them much pleasure and they happily jump and shout.
The great waves of the water made sailing boat un-balance and unfit.
The boat is about to sink, MBBS uncle came running and saved the boat from the risk.

To look at the funny acting of children sun, moon, stars, birds and flowers enjoy.
They all admire them to go through the fun of children and say, what a lovely fun!
The children seem to be beautiful flowers of a royal garden of INDIA.
Passer by the children who look at their games may pass in immense gay.

Rainy water is flowing in great speed just like Kaveri river.
In which Yahya again puts his boat and none can sit on it.
Children call loudly boat, boat it goes long and it is to disappear.

All children weep and say Alas! boat is sunk that is our great loss.