Some children are high in demand,
As they are good mannered,
But not blessed and loved,
By their progenitors red,
Day out and day in never exhausted,
Milked by their parents brutal, unstirred.
Never played with ball and balloon,
Never tasted sweet cakes and soft loom,
Life’s delicacies for never cry or bloom,
They are so good but live in perpetual gloom,
Even follow the instructions by tiny goons,
Saucy masseuses for decent blondes.
Get a coin per day and left over meal
Children of lesser god shower gold on deadly seal.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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I would like to translate this poem
profound one..children of lesser God, lesser faith are more blessed with gold and power coz of greed and money and money is entwined with the devil...is it so? ...nice poem sir! ! !