My child - A Poem
My Child
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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