Dearest Chuck

                              Nidhu Bhusan Das

Tell me, little sister, when it comes to make a choice

What you pick up in tenderness

A book, a friend or your kids?

If you’re for a book, it’s love for shared knowledge

When your choice is a friend, it means you can step out

In case you say “I’m for the kids”, you’re an affectionate mom.

To this my sibling says,” I need all.”

I in glee suggest, “You’re still my little chhuby, dearest chuck.”