Ego Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My grandson and my granddaughter,
quarrelsome!
Always passing indecent remarks on each other,
I am now fed-up of their uncalled fights.
They will never improve their behavior,
I am frustrated.
But just now I saw something else,
Their cousins came at our house,
the children started playing cricket,
my four grandchildren played as a team
the rivals were also four,
umpire was taken from the batting side,
I was sitting behind the bowler,
While my granddaughter was bating,
and she was just in front of the stumps,
a low ball hit her right leg,
keep it in your minds she is a right hander,
the bowler appealed for lbw,
my grandson shouted, "Not out."
Fortunately or unfortunately,
they did not have action replay facility,
a quarrel started between two sides,
cousin of my granddaughter used abusive language
against her.
My grandson became so much rash!
I haven't seen him earlier.
"How dare you to use abusive language
against my sister.
I repeat,
AGAINST MY SISTER.