Oh my dear child Lord,
You come soon to eat,
I have freshly prepared curd,
And I have kept butter in clay pot,
I have kept cow's milk for you,
If you will not come,
Then who will drink milk?
Who will eat butter?
Your aunt, Budhashaya is calling,
You come into her lap, oh dear,
Giving proof that you are her nephew,
You give proof of her motherhood,
You know that,
she has not taken food yet,
Unless she will not meet you,
She cannot drink water or eat bread,
Oh dear Child Lord, I am your aunt,
I am calling, you come dear soon!
© Budhashaya Behera,02 February,2020. All rights reserved.
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