She paces with an ease,
her eyes manifest joy.
Her skirt drapes her with a scrupulousness.
Holding a little above she parades.
Meenu looks pretty, graceful like a fairy.
Her smile brightens her face.
Motions and waves flying kisses
moves with charm.
Calls out, ” My sweetheart,
I hug you.”
The beholders fall for her,
rave and go crazy.
She, a three-year-old child, evokes
an image of poetical exuberance.
Meenas Poems 