A two and a half-year-old boy
calls every female aunty
his mother is a friendly one
her friends are known as aunties
his father being very quiet
has not many friends to talk
the male go without any term
they are a representative of all walks
the kid goes haywire if he sees strangers
interacts with them in a pleasant babble
mixes the language he knows in a range
catches everyone’s attention with his ramble
no doubt, he is a cynosure of all eyes
he is a darling even when he cries.
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