Treasure Island

Sudam Panigrahi

(26/01 / Jharsuguda)

My lovable mother

Sleep I not and cry, she sings lullaby showing my uncle.

Mischief increases, shows she something to fear.

Feel I hungry and cry, feeds she on her lap.

Let I not her cook, as pet gives me a doll.

In the scorching sun, forces she me inside,

Nod I, the child thief comes to my sight.

Play in mud and dance in cloud’s tear,

Beats me in love, to save me, getting fever.

Cry I for money to eat ice-cream or candy,

Ditheringly pays she. I dance in gaiety.

Always awakes me in the morn, from lovely sleep.

Forces me to brush, lest mouth smells filth.

Desists me from playing in dust,

Love you, my lovely mother.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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