O Naughty Child! [ Part -8 ] Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

[Part-8 ]

Unmindful of my mood
Or my preoccupation-
Whatever it may-
You hurry to me
In happy hops
And jolly jumps
And tipple on me
Your total heart!

Lo..!
I am unequal
To your language divine-
Corrupted by my dialect inferior-
Which bursts out of you
In spluttering fireworks!

O..how can i say
I can comprehend none!

Chestful of surprises!
O..how significant each..!
How huge..!
How fresh..!
All thoughts stampede-

Which to be first..?
What next..?
What last..?
How to prologue..?
How to dialogue...?
How to epilogue....?

Steaming thoughts!
In their utter melee
And in excitement
You mix up all-

And with swinging arms,
Broken words
And with supreme gestures
You burst out all
In your emotional storm!

I powerfully nod
In all ten directions
As if I understand
Every word of
Your surging storm!

Would it be proper
Weeds of deception
To raise their heads
In the gangetic plains
Of your holy heart?

Pure-hearted you are!
Laughing heartily-
Like greenery in winds -
Stand swelled up with pride!

A juicy story well- narrated-
With that joy
In your tiny claps
You run along your happy way!