Smiling One Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She is pretty and three months old
The world is a new thing to the little one
She smiles well and plays well
Trying to crawl and falls often
The plays are giving pleasure to all
The world of little ones in the hands of thee
Thee who represents as mother to she
The little one cries for mother's help
To unfold the hand which lies under her face
The naughty looks and beautiful smiles
How can one forget the little children.