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.