Milk, a whole-food,
drinking it is never ever my mood.
It's necessary for me, i know that,
But i don't want it, can't i be given a Kit-Kat?
I am scolded for, I don't drink it,
It's onerous task even to have a bit.
To take a sip i try my best, but it never enters my throat,
It stays in my mouth and forms a creamy thick coat.
It yells and shouts to come out,
So, I simply open my mouth and let it out.
It's not my fault, thats what I tell everybody,
It's all, but natural that happens to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even i am scolded for... nicely penned..........