My child - A Poem

 My Child 


My child - A Poem


Too naughty, too naughty,

But it is pleasing, not rascality!

 Jumping, playing 

But when asked to read

 Go sleeping!

 Loudly shouting 

But voice inaudible 

while reading!


He does many a thing,

But does not know

 What he is doing!

Drives a car, even a scooter,

 The cycle walks with him,

 Sometimes with water

 He decorates the floor,

 His stupidity reaches supreme!


Empty head, no common sense 

He does not know what he does,

 We get angry then ask ourselves,

 What will be the result,

He will remain the same!

 It is not his fault 

He is a mere child and action is his game!


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