Mischief Of My Grandson Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Mischief of my grandson
Makes me feel so good.
His fickle nature has enforced us
To laugh like insane.
Everyone is ready to kneel down
Ready to carry him on back
Just to please him for a while.
No one but alone he dares
To pull down my hair,
How bold he is, you see.
He has broken a couple of mobiles
His misbehaviour has crossed
Boundary of limitation, no doubt.
Still, we are ready to offer own lives
Just for his giggle and angelic smile.
Indeed he is so clever and naughty
But still,he looks like light of our house.
Like mischief of Krishna Kanaiya
We do observe celestial charms
In his activities and appearance.
Reflecting divinity in his childhood
Definitely mesmerised all of us.


Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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