Friday, May 28, 2010

The Mischief-Maker


The mischief-maker by my side
Keeps me busy the whole day..
And often I regret having no time left for myself.
No answer do I have for his flow of questions;
Thus, he defeats me.


Running all over the house,
My mischief-maker
Makes noise, breaks things
And comes and hugs me
So that I do not scold him!


For all the trouble, and all the worry
I am glad; because my house
Has at last become
A home,
Thanks to my mischief-maker.

Yashoda's mischief-maker has sent my one to me;
To fill my life with joy.
Hence, in my little one's hug and his laughter
I feel Yashodanandan's healing touch,
And can hear the flute once more.

9 comments:

Thilaga .I said...

Wonderful post..
It reflects the feelings of Yasodha..Nandharani.!

Ayesha Parveen said...

Hi Thilaga,

Thank you very much, and a warm welcome to my blog.

I hope you will visit again.

Best wishes,

Ayesha

A New Beginning said...

Thats a very cute pic Ayesha and the post is equally nice!!:)

surjit said...

Wow! what a beautiful post and picture.
Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.
Neil Postman

Ayesha Parveen said...

Thanks Sana for your encouraging words.
Best wishes,
Ayesha

Ayesha Parveen said...

Thanks Surjit and Neil for your appreciative comment.
Best wishes,
Ayesha

deeps said...

trouble and worry in a lovely, loving package ha?
so true lines there...
and thanks a lot for the wishes...
:-)

anilkurup said...

A lovable piece

anilkurup said...

A lovable piece