My mother gifted me a glass

Then I started attending my class

However, my sister started doing pharss

She threw on me a bunch of grass

I was then very angry

But she was very hungry

I gave her a horrible slap!

My mother happily gave me a clap

My father exclaimed very-good!

But it was my sister's childhood

For hours and hours she stood

Sorrowly, She asked for food!

My sister was in huge stress

For she wanted a new dress

So my father took her to a shop

Where she ate a potato-chop!

Then we came back home

Because my mother wanted us to come

But my father was in huge tension

He told us to pay attention!

In the market, I left a pen

Whose cost was only rupees 10!

My father told me hey you hello!

You are a stupid fellow!

Unless you understand the value of this pen

You can never be a very-good man

I was very upset then

For I wanted to eat a hen!

You know, my mother is a very good cook

If you criticize her, She'll tie you on a hook!

I gave her a cooking book

For the last thirty-minutes, all these took

In the evening, My friend and me went out to play

But the road was full of mud and clay

So, My friend told me to ride my cycle

All these things were like a miracle!

In the middle of the path, My chain suddenly fell!

For me and my friend, It was like a hell!

For Half-an-hour we rang the bell

So my friend told me to tell!

I then said that Old is gold

But my friend said that it is not so bold

Then an oldman came and said you please hold

To ride a cycle in this muddy road, who has told!

I then gave a horrible cry

Because I wanted to eat fish fry!

But the weather was very dry

So my mother told that she would try

All these are the incidents of a childhood life

Never allow it to dissolve with a simple knife!

-- Namish Kumar