One of my sandals got broken,
When I stepped on a rough-cut stone;
I was nearly heart-broken,
To manage a terrible day in the hot zone.
On the other side, felt pretty good,
To get rid of the six months old sandal;
Dreamt of buying a new one in soft wood,
That would be as smooth as a candle.
My son looked at the worn out one,
And asked me for a cello tape;
Said he'll repair it & it's fun,
To paste it to get its perfect shape.
My dreams now got broken badly,
Oh! Is this called heredity?
Stinginess inherited from his daddy;
Does it apply only to me readily????
😢☺️😊
- N.Aarthy,
S.G.Assistant,
P.U.P.School, Madivalam.
Hosur block.
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