I have a naughty boy
a naughty boy is he
he loves playng pranks
and a Comedian sorts of he.
I am a mother old
weak and fatigued too
but, I love my boy's tricks
and his intelligence with lovely inks.
I love him very much
though I do not show it out
I love his comedies and jokes
and his harmless pranks upon my old brains.
I love him so purely that
my air and water and fire smells of him
my thoughts and dreams and walks and songs
what not, I am but composed of him, bulging bulky am I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem