The Little Girl's Skill Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The little girl, Mom, was writing on the paper
And her abrupt little hand was in full swing,
But all were indifferent to her effort
Thinking it as a vain sport.

Long time I was busy in my work
And I did not get a chance to reach her lark,
As soon as I got it,
I went running to that site;
With a curious mind when I scrutinized the paper,
I became spellbound in wonder;
As I understood the girl had written
The most important thing on the paper
Like a woman of letters.