A little poem I wrote for the little ones (5 year old niece Nethra and 2 1/2 year old daughter Nidhi).
Small Finger of a Lady Singer
I am the small finger
Of a lovely lady singer.
When her voice goes south
She puts me in her mouth
Or strikes up a pose
And puts me in her nose.
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