300 Grams Of Aryan Poem by Reshma Ramesh
300 Grams Of Aryan
The little one
only 5 years old
my cuter half
big saucer like eyes
chubby fingers
brave his soldiers
trained his horses
strong his elephants
clever his chariots
protect the king
fast his queen
faster his mind
I must confess
he beat me
in a game of chess! !
p.s.-author's note......300grams is the weight of the brain
Very nice to read about your son...today's generation is stronger than the earlier one and I guess it's marching stronger and stronger further in every sense....best wishes to both of you....God bless
that's witty...your heart is swollen with pride...great going
pride and love together have painted a picture of amother and son
beautiful read, each line resounds with depth
This is lovely, Reshma! You were a very good loser as well as a good poet when you wrote this charming portrait! x Jan
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:36:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well, your 'cuter half ' is better than you in the game of chess...no ego to defend there, you know...must be free flowing game...as is your poem...10