When You Are A Child Poem by Pushkar Bisht

When you are a child and innocent,
You cry a lot and disturb others
But your family celebrates on your birth.

Your uncle, aunt, grandma & grandpa,
Everyone's blessings are raining on you,
Your sweet smile is a boon to your family.

You still cry for help,
You pine your mother's milk to make you quiet,
Your presence in family fills the hues of joy.

You learn walking from your parents,
Your grandma and grandpa,
Enjoying their childhood in your play.

You break the toys,
You scatter your books at sixes and sevens,
Your mother gives you two lights slaps,
For doing all your mischiefs.