Mother,
I scrawl all the alphabets I know
In the paper,
You join them. Read them,
Understand them.
They win smile on your face.
I win a kiss on my cheek
You are so good!
I found father scribbling on
Paper-after-paper
I do not fathom them.
I hope neither you do.
He wins laurels
People call him ‘poet of the time’
How strange a world!
j.john britto xavier
1 comment:
its very simple and meaningful john. some people create an image for the world and in their own home they r strange to those who r their own, who need the efforts of love.
Ajaa
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