The lisping of a child, whatever it be like,
pleases the mother well. Sweet is the love
of a child; that is why she likes his words. The
child runs before and behind her; he pulls and
pushes her, but she puts up with it all. Is it not
so, Panduranga? Tuka entreats You to say.
pleases the mother well. Sweet is the love
of a child; that is why she likes his words. The
child runs before and behind her; he pulls and
pushes her, but she puts up with it all. Is it not
so, Panduranga? Tuka entreats You to say.