O Kanha

O my Kanha

How naughty you are

Making me go round and round 

To your enticing tunes

A moment here

And the next you’re gone

How can I find you

My mischievous son?

Come look

What I hold here

Two pots full

Of freshly churned butter

Who is it

Peeping through the trees

Is that a peacock feather

Or a blue-green leaf ?

Is it you

My darling baby

Come run fast fast

Here sit on my lap

Oh No No wait

Don’t dunk into the pot

Let me feed you with my hands

Lest you smear it all over your face and palms

How little are you

And how big is your tummy

Two pots of butter

Hiding under the layers so flabby

Look at the moon 

Smiling at you in the happiest glory

All the cows are back

Now please don’t cause me any worry

Tomorrow I’ll let you go play again

And be the naughtiest out there

For now come sleep in my lap 

Let me sing you a lullaby 

🎶 My Kanha is the world’s naughtiest baby🎶