Sheldon, I beg your pardon;
You are yet a baby,
four or five, as my grandson,
just four
who has no difficulty
to switch over accents
to suit situations and the listener
to pronounce his name ‘ekash’
and translate into his native tongue
as ‘akash’
but who needs coaxing and cajoling
to make him brush the teeth
eat the breakfast
to make do things
he would otherwise dodge
to invoke your name
as Sheldon the bad boy
who never does a thing right
who I know is friend to him
but with who he quarrels
over the lost and found toys
over perceived cheating games
while playing ‘Robber
